done this.”
“You’re telling me.” He tucked her arm through his and led her toward the exit.
“We’d better not appear too friendly, or our media friends might get the wrong idea.” She took back possession of her arm and smiled. For the first time ever, she had a feeling that if she made any move to deepen their relationship, Glen would take her up on it. Her next thought was, What is wrong with that? She filed the thought away to contemplate another time. Right now, she needed to gird up to face the wolves.
They rode the elevator to the street level in silence.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Glen bent his six-foot-three, former-baseball-pitcher frame to whisper so the two other occupants of the elevator wouldn’t be privy to his suggestion. “We could duck out the back, you know.”
At five-three in sensible heels, Julia always wondered if some of their conversations didn’t give him a crick in the neck. “Thanks, butno. I’d just as soon get this over with. That poor woman deserves this moment of triumph.” Her client had suffered a stroke not two weeks before, a possible by-product of the head injury that her husband swore he didn’t inflict. This case had been fought long and hard, because no one wanted to believe that a man with the public persona of Jerry Drysome would ever beat his wife. Reverends just didn’t do that sort of thing.
Julia blinked at the bright sunlight that greeted her outside the building. At least five reporters were there, their cameras flashing one on top of another. Julia stepped forward and said, “I’m only going to say this once, so be ready.” Her smile took the sting out of her words. As one of the leading family lawyers in the Kansas City area, she tried to be fair with the media, in the hopes that they would be fair with her, which they usually were. “We fought a hard battle, but like so many, it turned on the smallest piece of evidence. I’m grateful to the newest and youngest staffer in my firm, Adam Jefferson, for his impeccable research. This case garnered far more publicity than it was worth, but that’s what happens when someone is already in the public eye. I can only hope that a lesson has been learned and that next rime you guys let the lawyers try the case instead of you trying it in your newspapers.”
Her comment caused a ripple of laughter, which she knew the press would turn around to their own advantage. But that’s the way things worked with the media. She shook her head at the barrage of erupting questions and followed Glen, who’d also been asked questions but had ignored them, out to the parking lot.
“Woman, you’ve got more nerve than sense at times.” His chuckle said he approved. “You want to ride with me or follow?”
“I’ll take my car, thanks. Where are we going?”
He named a restaurant known not only for its good food but also for its privacy, and slid into his silver Lexus.
Julia walked two more parking spaces over and unlocked her plain blue Ford sedan. A blast of heat hit her when she opened the door, reminding her that she’d forgotten to crack the windows. Again. She’d arrived at the courthouse early that morning to meet with another client before the court was called into session.
Once they were seated in the coolness of a leather booth in the back of the main dining room, Julia set her purse down next to her and reached up to disengage an earring. “Ooh, I’ve needed to do that for hours.” She massaged her ear, thought to reinsert the post, and instead shook her head, removing the other earring too, and tucked them both into her bag.
Glen had loosened his tie and folded his suit coat and laid it on the seat. “Now that we’re comfortable … ”
“Amen to that.” She thought of removing her suit jacket too, but the air conditioning that felt good blowing down on her now would be chilly soon. “So how’ve you been, my friend?”
“Getting by.” He nodded.
“It’s been how long now,
Jennifer McCartney, Lisa Maggiore