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of betrayal for a moment, imagining that Finn had told this woman something of their private lives.
    “See you in the morning, Finn, I’ll be ready and waiting for you,” Nina said and winked at Finn, and Charlotte’s happy mood disappeared.
    All through dinner, Charles and Finn sipped scotch and talked about interesting cases they’d tried in court. Charlotte drank martinis and brooded on the woman who was out to steal her husband.
    “Maybe you should take it easy drinking those martinis, my love,” Finn said, and Charlotte finished her drink in one large gulp and held the glass over her head until a waiter brought her another one.
    She finished the drink quickly and said, “Maybe you should mind your own damned business.”
    “Charlotte darlin’ are you feeling alright?” her father asked, he was holding Atticus on his lap and had a worried look as he watched Charlotte.
    “”I’m feeling fine, Daddy!” she said. “I’m just thinking about this hot, gorgeous, two-timing husband of mine and wondering why his temporary paralegal is still working for him. Is that the way it is with all lawyers, always a little something on the side? Well, fine, I’m a lawyer, too.”
    She stood up unsteadily and a handsome young waiter caught her as she stumbled away from the table.
    “Hey, just what I need, young, gorgeous and available,” she said, and wrapped her arms around the young man’s neck.
    He was completely caught off guard by the beautiful woman he held in his arms and he began to smile.
    “I’ll take that,” Finn said, lifting a very drunken Charlotte away from him and carrying her outside.
    “Put me down, you fucking jerk,” Charlotte yelled and beat her fists against him. When they reached the sidewalk he let her slip down the front of his body and held her against him. She could feel his huge erection through the thin fabric of his suit. “Don’t try that hard-on bullshit with me, it won’t work anymore. How dare you continue to employ that filthy, bra-less, skank? Ugh, I’m going home, you and my father take a cab too, please. I don’t want you drinking and driving with Atticus.”
    “Don’t you think you’re being a bit dramatic, my love? She doesn’t mean anything to me,” he said, trying to keep her from getting into a cab.
    “Oh really? Well, I thought you gave her two weeks’ notice and my math isn’t very good, but her fucking two weeks have come and gone. What did you tell her about us, anyway? Ugh, I hate your ass right now! I’m going home and I wish you’d go to your mother’s or go to hell for all I care,” she said through clinched teeth, then she hopped into a waiting cab and was gone before he could stop her.
    *
    “We haven’t found a suitable replacement, that’s why Nina is still working in the office,” Finn said, after he’d put Atticus in his crib and he stood next to the bed where Charlotte was curled into a ball. “She’ll be gone tomorrow, my love, we’ve been swamped and then I missed several days when I was taking care of you.”
    “Oh, so this is all my fault? That sleazy little whore is putting on a floorshow for you because your poor wife was in a wreck and lost your baby? Fuck that, and fuck it all, I’m going away tomorrow. I need some time to myself, my father can take the baby to New Orleans for a week.”
    He was taking off his suit and his incredible muscles gleamed in the light from the hallway. Charlotte had to turn away from the worried look on the handsome face she loved so much, or she would never be able to leave. She did need some time to herself, she needed to try and understand why things happened the way they did. Was it really just fate, or some haphazard cosmic joke? Why else would she be in love with this man rather than the other, and why was he happy to raise another man’s child when she’d just lost his? He was better than she was, that was all there was to it, Finn was the better person and she suddenly felt unworthy of his