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Sustained (The Legal Briefs #2)(13)
Author: Emma Chase

She nods. “Yeah. Angry.” Her voice drops, a trace of hurt seeping in. “Especially at me. It’s like . . . he resents me. Because I’m here and they’re not.”

“How old are you? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“Twenty-six.”

“Do you have any help? Your parents? Friends?”

Rosaleen walks back into the kitchen as her aunt shakes her head. “My parents passed away a few years ago. All my friends are back in California. I was in grad school there . . . before . . .”

Her voice trails off, eyes on her niece as she grabs a stack of plates from the counter.

“When I first moved in, I called an agency for a part-time nanny, but—”

“But she was a bitch,” Rosaleen interjects.

“Hey!” Chelsea’s head turns sharply. “Don’t talk like that.”

“That’s what Riley said.”

“Well, don’t you say it.”

As soon as the girl walks out to set the table, Chelsea turns to me. “She was a bitch. I wouldn’t leave Cousin It with her, never mind the kids.”

“What about social services?”

She shakes her head. “Our social worker is nice, she tries to help, but there’s all this administrative stuff. Required checklists and meetings, surprise inspections and interviews, sometimes it feels like they’re just waiting for me to mess up. Like they don’t think I can do it.”

“Can you?” I ask softly.

And those gorgeous eyes burn with determination. “I have to. They’re all I have left.”

“You mean, you’re all they have left,” I correct her.

Her shoulder lifts and there’s an exquisite sadness in her smile. “That, too.”

I rub the back of my neck. “You should get the kid in therapy, Chelsea.”

Normally I wouldn’t suggest such a thing, but Brent’s kind of made a believer out of me. Particularly when it comes to childhood traumas. He swears that if he’d had to deal with the loss of his leg without therapy, he would’ve ended up a miserable, raging alcoholic.

“I know.” She adjusts the fuck-me glasses. “It’s on the list. As soon as I get a minute to research it, I’ll find a good therapist for all of them.”

“The list?” I ask.

She points to the refrigerator, where a magnet holds a handwritten list of about a thousand items. “My sister-in-law, Rachel, was the ultimate multitasker. And she had a list for everything. So I started one too. Those are all the things I have to do, as soon as possible.”

A to-do list that never gets smaller—that may be my new definition of hell.

“Okay.” I did what I came for. Now he’s her problem—they’re all her problem. Not mine. “Well, I should get going.”

Her head tilts and a delicate wisp of hair falls across her cheek. “Thank you so much for bringing him home. For not pressing charges. I . . . would you like to stay for dinner? I feel like it’s the least I could do.”

I glance at the bowl. “What are you having?”

“Miso soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.”

Sounds like something they serve in prison to cut down on costs.

“No thanks. I have some work to finish up . . . and I’m more of a meat-and-potatoes kind of guy.”

Chelsea walks with me out of the kitchen toward the front door. “Well, thank you again, Mr. Becker.”

We pause, facing each other on the shiny black-and-white-tiled foyer floor. And I feel four sets of eyes on the landing above us—watching, listening, burning holes in the back of my head.

But—screw it—why not?

I slip a business card from my wallet. “Here’s my card.” Chelsea takes it, looking down at the raised black print, stroking her fingertip against one corner. “If you have a free night, want to grab some dinner, a drink or . . . something . . .”

The oldest girl—the one who hates her family—lets out a short snort of disbelief. “Did you just ask her out on a date?”

I keep my eyes on Chelsea’s face. “Yeah—I did.”

And her cheeks turn the loveliest shade of pink.

Then it’s blond Shirley Temple’s turn. “But you’re so old!”

I tear my eyes from Chelsea’s blush to blast the kid with a grumpy brow.

“I’m thirty.”

The grumpy brow fails to intimidate.

“Thirty!” Her hands go to her hips. “Do you have grandchildren?”

A laugh bubbles in my chest but doesn’t make it past my lips. This kid’s a piece of work.

“Thirty is not old enough to have grandchildren, Rosaleen,” Chelsea explains. Her attention swings back to me and her voice drops lower. “I doubt I’ll have a free night any time soon, but . . . it’s nice to be asked.”

“Right.” I nod. “Good night, Chelsea.” A fleeting look at the four peering faces has me adding, “And . . . good luck.”

She’s definitely going to need it.

6

On Saturday, I take Brent up on his offer to set up a double date. The way I look at it, this dating thing is kind of like fishing. The more lines you toss out, the greater the likelihood you’ll bag a catch that’s edible. When you’re hungry—and I’m definitely hungry—even a battered trout seems appetizing.

And Lucy Patterson’s friend—a fellow attorney at Emblem & Glock—is most definitely not a trout. She’s cute. Short, dark hair; tall, toned, athletic body—she mentioned she’s an avid tennis player, and from the looks of her ass, she wasn’t bullshitting. It turns out to be a pleasant evening, but not an I-can’t-wait-to-get-in-your-pants-let’s-fuck-in-the-alley-behind-the-bar kind of turn-on. The four of us meet up at a local place, eat appetizers, and go through a few pitchers of beer. Because we share career paths—deal with the same judges and prosecutors and similar uptight bosses—we mostly talk shop. It kind of feels like a casual business meeting, and before we part on the sidewalk outside the bar, we all agree to get together again next weekend.

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