Rascal (Rascals Book 1)(66)

“I bought this when we first started seeing each other,” Emerson confessed, looking down in the box. “Even that early on, I knew we had something special, and I’m so grateful that you’re in my life. Especially after I fucked up so tremendously.” He opened the box. “I love you.”

It was a sterling silver charm bracelet with a single charm. The scales of justice. It was so beautiful and wonderful that tears welled up in my eyes. I was overcome with emotion as I held out my hand so Emerson could fasten the bracelet to my wrist. It fit just right, the little silver charm jingling as I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

“Thank you,” I told him, my voice thick with tears. “It’s wonderful.”

“You deserve it.” He took my hand. “And I will do everything I can to make sure that I deserve you.”

“You do,” I told him. “And you already have.”

I snuggled into his embrace, feeling such happiness that I thought I might burst. Everything was perfect.





26





Alex





A Few Months Later…





I was exhausted. I had never been foolish enough to expect that my workload would get lighter or easier once I became an associate, but I hadn’t fully prepared myself for exactly how much busier I would be. But I loved it. Now that I didn’t have the threat of getting let go, I found that I was much more confident and comfortable at work. I was able to speak my mind and let my opinion be heard. It didn’t always match with what the partners wanted, but Arthur kept assuring me that they appreciated having someone with a strong point of view.

“It’s one of the reasons we chose you,” he told me during our monthly lunch. “You weren’t afraid to stand up for yourself, and that ended up being the best thing for you and for the client.”

We were still embroiled in our client’s messy divorce, but we had finally reached a turning point, and the soon-to-be ex-husband had agreed to negotiate. I had a feeling that he was going to be settling on the original fifty-fifty split, just like I had promised Laney. She was thrilled with the work we were doing, and was not shy about attributing her happiness to the advice I had given her. Once I had become an associate, I had been officially added to her case, and she made it clear that she preferred communicating with me over everyone else at the firm. She had even confided in me that she had big plans once the divorce was finalized, plans that were going to require the regular services of our firm. And me.

Arthur had been thrilled when I shared that news with him. He had become somewhat of an unofficial mentor to me, and it felt pretty fantastic knowing that he had my back when it came to the partners. And not because of my connection to Emerson and his family, but because of my own personal skills and abilities.

“You got this job on your own,” he kept telling me. “Don’t forget that.”

Work was hard but it was good. It was really good. And for the first time in my life, it wasn’t the only good thing I had going for me.

Even though I still had plenty of work to do, I decided to call it a night. I was tired of sitting at my desk, and thought it would do me good to have a change of scenery. So I packed up my files and my work and headed to my favorite second office.

My stool was empty and waiting for me when I arrived. It wasn’t officially my stool, but all the regulars knew where I liked to sit, and I got the feeling that Chase shooed people away if they sat there. He was behind the bar when I entered and waved at me. Before I had even unpacked my bag, he had slid a glass of merlot across the bar for me.

“Thank you,” I told him, wondering how he could always tell what I wanted. “You must be psychic,” I observed, taking a long, much needed sip of wine.

“Naw.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just a good bartender.” He winked at me, but his attention had already begun to stray to the group of gorgeous women at the other end of the bar. Looked like a bachelorette party.

“Don’t let me keep you,” I told him with a grin, knowing that a drunk group of single women celebrating their friend’s upcoming marriage was practically catnip to a guy like Chase, who was always on the prowl.

“Much appreciated.” He gave me another wink and sauntered over to the other side of the bar. “Ladies,” he said. “Can I interest anyone in a Harvey Wallbanger? Or even better, a Sex on the Beach?”

I knew for a fact that Chase hated making both of those drinks, but he would pretty much do anything for a good opening line.

After a few moments of flirting, he was back.

“How much did that cost you?” I teased him.

He groaned, but was still smiling. “Two Sex on the Beaches,” he told me before pulling out some napkins from his pocket. “But three phone numbers.” He waved them at me. “Totally worth it.”

“How do you do it?” I asked him.

“It’s a hard job,” he admitted. “But someone has to entertain the single female population of Chicago. I’m only doing my duty as a citizen.”

“Sure you are,” I laughed. “All out of the goodness of your heart, I bet.”

“Damn right.” He refilled my merlot and set about making those Sex on the Beaches.

“I’d be jealous if I didn’t know that you are way too good for a guy like Chase,” a familiar voice said behind me.