Meet Cute(6)

“It’s not funny! You’re supposed to be sympathetic!”

“I am sympathetic. But from what I remember, you two were always in competition with each other.”

“He handed in my paper late!”

“Why didn’t you just email it?”

“My professor was old-school and shunned technology. If he’d handed it in on time like he said he would, late marks wouldn’t have been deducted and my GPA would’ve been higher than his. I even went to the professor about it and he said there was nothing he could do.” I lean back as the server sets our plates in front of us. I unwrap my silverware and aggressively stab a sweet potato fry.

“You know, Kay, maybe you should pull out one of those It’s My Life Daxton Barbie dolls you have and perform some voodoo. It might make you feel better.”

I roll my eyes. “I didn’t expect to see him, like, ever again, and he was so smirky and smug and kind of flirty and just…gah! And he’s still hot, and he still has all his hair. I just hate him!”

“So does that mean we’re not having that It’s My Life rerun marathon this weekend?”

I shoot her a dirty look. “That show is banned for life. Oh, and thanks so much for that clip you sent me this morning. It just happened to pop up right as the Hugheses came into my office.”

“Oh my God! What are the chances of that happening at that exact moment?”

I shoot anger beams at her from my eyes. “I almost died of embarrassment.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to have a rerun marathon? It might be cathartic to yell at him, even if it’s just on a TV screen.”

“Har har, Holly, har har.” I exhale a long slow breath and run my hands over my thighs. I really need to calm down. “Okay, I think I’m done venting. Sorry. That man just riles me up in the worst way. Let’s change the subject. How’s work? How’s that adoption case you were dealing with? Is everything okay there?”

Holly smiles, but it’s sad. “Physically, Hope is thriving.”

“Uh-oh. It sounds like there’s a ‘but’ in there.” This is what I need, a distraction from Daxton Hughes and his gorgeous smirk and asshole attitude.

“Unfortunately the birth mother has had a change of heart and there’s a problem with the adoption paperwork.”

That makes me sit up straighter. Holly is a social worker and often deals with custody issues. “What kind of problem?”

“The lawyer who drew up the contracts was sloppy about it, and the adoptive parents, the Lipsons, didn’t see the loopholes. It looks like the birth mom might be able to take custody of Hope.”

My stomach sinks. Her mother is a recovering addict, and while she was clean through the pregnancy, past behavior has had her falling into old patterns when the stress gets to be too much. Sadly, retaining custody of Hope is more about the government check than being able to raise her.

I tap on the edge of the table, considering the options for the Lipsons. As someone who was adopted at the age of three and removed from a home where love was only shown to the public assistance check that came on a monthly basis, I found the travesty in this a particularly difficult pill to swallow. “What if I could take on the case pro bono?”

Holly shakes her head. “You’re working toward a partnership. You don’t have time to take on something like this. Besides, it’s so close to your own experience.”

“Which is exactly why I should take it on. Who better to fight for these parents than someone who’s experienced the flaws in the system? It might actually help me earn the partnership in the long run. I’ll talk to Beverly, but I think she’ll see the benefit.”

“Are you sure? It’s a lot to add to your caseload.” Holly’s hopeful expression fortifies my resolve. While I’ve spent the past five years working primarily in trusts, I’ve always been interested in this side of law. Enough that I’ve studied adoption contracts and cases outside of work hours. It’s sort of a hobby, which is a little sad, I realize, since it’s also related to work.

“If it keeps one little girl with a loving family, then it’s worth it. I’ll just have to cancel all my Friday night dates.” I grin cheekily, hoping to lighten the mood.

Holly rolls her eyes. “You can’t do that. I’ll be lonely.”

We both laugh.

Holly pokes at the lemon floating in her glass with the end of her straw. “But seriously, we should probably think about dating actual men one of these days.”

I snort. “Boyfriends are too much work. They want things, like time and energy.”

“And blow jobs, don’t forget those.” Holly snickers.

“Yes, all things I don’t have to spare or really don’t feel like giving freely. Besides, I have cats. They’re lower maintenance.” Linus and Shirley are my sweet tabbies. The only time they’re a problem is when I’m cooking bacon, but otherwise they’re incredibly well behaved.

She spears a fry and points it at me. “If you ever run into Daxton again, you could give hate fucking him a try. I hear it’s a good way to exorcise a grudge.”

“Since I’m not planning on running into him ever again, it looks like I just get to hold on to that grudge.”