Dangerous Secrets (Tall, Dark & Deadly #2)(8)

“Then it’s a winner,” Julie confirmed and made her way to the seat facing the exit.

Luke slid in across from her and grabbed a menu, about the same time as a young male waiter appeared. “Drinks?”

Luke quirked a brow at Julie. “Tequila Sunrise?”

He remembered her drink and it pleased her way too much. “Yes,” she said without looking at the waiter. “Still a ‘Shiner Beer’ guy?”

“You bet I am,” he said, leaning back and stretching his arms over the seat. “Shiner for me.”

“Check,” the waiter said, shoving a pencil behind his ear. “Tequila Sunrise for the lady and Shiner for the dude, coming up.” He headed out, one of the many pins with funny sayings clipped to the front of his yellow and black striped apron falling to the ground in his wake. Julie bend down and scooped it up.

She checked the weather on her cell phone. “It says the snow is supposed to stop around two in the morning. I sure hope they’re right.”

“Me too,” he said. “We are both cutting it short.”

“Why are you here so close to the wedding?” she asked.

“I had ticked off a client that I didn’t want Royce to find out about before the wedding. I’m guessing you had a divorce emergency?”

“Divorce of the rich and famous,” she said. “It’s not a pretty business, but it’s what I do.”

“You might not have planned to be a divorce attorney,” he said, already knowing her story, “but it sure seems to be treating you right. I hear you’ve become a regular Hollywood star.”

“Not Hollywood,” she said. “Mostly athletes. I handled one player and they all flocked to me. Same stories I’m used to, but more money and nastiness in the breakups. That’s just how divorce goes down.”

“More demands from the clients on you too, I assume?”

“Oh yes. In this case, not only was the wife threatening a tell-all book my client didn’t want to see light, the threat was all over the tabloids. I didn’t want to risk this escalating anymore than it had to, smack in the middle of the wedding.” Of course, now she faced another problem with Judge Moore that might hit her in the face at the wrong time.

The waiter set their drinks in front of them. “Ready to order?”

Julie hadn’t even opened her menu but she knew what she wanted. “How about a cheeseburger well-done and fries?”

“Ditto for me,” Luke agreed and exchanged a few casual words with the waiter before they were alone again, and his attention returned to her. “So, back to your reason for being here. I’m guessing from the tabloids you’re here for New York’s star pitcher David Rodriguez’s divorce?”

She gave a nod. “Yes. His ex is from Chicago.”

“So is he,” Luke said, and then spat off some random David Rodriguez stats and Julie arched a brow that had him adding, “Did I mention I’m a David Rodriguez fan? Big, big fan.”

“I’m not.” The man hit on everything with a skirt including her. “And if you knew the man personally, you wouldn’t be either. And if you repeat that, I’ll deny it. There were plenty of reasons that man didn’t want a tell-all book to be published. Things he, fortunately, had enough sense to not want his ten year old daughter to ever find out, or have to deal with, publicly.”

Luke tipped back his beer and studied her a long moment. “You came here because you were worried about the daughter, not because David demanded you come.”

His ability to read her so easily flustered her. He saw too much, and she told herself to ignore his comment, but for reasons she didn’t understand, she found herself saying, “Yes. Because I was worried about the daughter.”

“Because you know what divorce does to a kid.”

She sipped her drink. “I have a little experience in that area, yes. Parents involved in divorce are often so wrapped up in their own pain they forget their actions have long term effects on the kids.” A swell of discomfort formed in her chest. She didn’t want to talk about this. “You’re lucky. Your parents stayed together.”

“Forty years,” he said. “My mother is dating again.” He shook his head. “I can hardly get my head around it.”

“But it’s also been three years since your father passed,” she said and their eyes met, and she knew he was remembering two years before, and the night he’d told her about his father, his hero, dying of a heart attack. They’d been at a Japanese restaurant drinking sake and laughing when things had turned serious. It had been the night that she’d known she was in unfamiliar waters with this man, that she felt so much more for him than just attraction.

“Yes,” he finally agreed. “Three years ago last month.” His lips curved. “I guess that means she’s allowed to date. And he’s a nice guy. A retired school teacher who lives down the road from her in Jersey. A real scholarly type who is night and day from my career military father.”

“Maybe she needed night and day to move on,” Julie suggested thoughtfully.

“Maybe,” he conceded. “I suppose that’s true.” He took a drink of his beer. “Blake doesn’t like the guy.”

“You said he was nice.”