“It’s Valentine’s Day. No one should be alone.” He thumbed through the correspondence, separating them into piles of priority.
“Including you, Brody.”
“What are you saying, Angie? Are you finally ready to ditch your husband for me? Thirty years, that’s a long time to be with one person. We can sail around the world and see the seven wonders. Just say the word.” His secretary, who was around his mother’s age and more like a second mom to him than an assistant on most days, turned several shades of red as she smacked him on the arm with her tablet.
“You’re going to have to wait a bit longer. His insurance doesn’t pay out the big bucks for a few more years. Until then, don’t forget to call Mr. Padgett back about the case. He has some questions for you.” She stopped as she headed toward the door. “Oh, almost forgot. You’ve got a new client showing up at six. I’m leaving now to prepare for my trip to Boston with the hubby. So don’t forget to listen for the door. Name is Sanders, but didn’t want to discuss any details other than to say it was a consult.”
“Thanks, Ang. Have a good time.”
He knew she would too, for Angie was the type that never let life get her down, always found the positive side of everything and was still madly in love with her husband after all these years. It probably didn’t hurt that her husband worshiped her, treating her like a queen. Maybe this Kevin guy would be the one for his mom, the man to see the wonderful, loving woman who’d raised him, defended him and made sure he and his two buddies stayed out of trouble. His mom was the sweetest woman he knew and the fear of bringing any more pain to her life kept him on the straight and narrow growing up. Not that it stopped him from a few scrapes here and there.
Kind of hard to avoid with a friend like Dave.
Not that Brody or Jase were angels. Not by a long shot, but at least the two of them knew when to keep their mouths shut.
Brody pulled up his e-mail and shot off a note to another friend who worked at the Bureau, and could run a quick check on one Kevin Stewart for him. Trust in his mom’s judgment had nothing to do with it. Some people were too important to take risks with. He’d do anything to keep his mom safe and happy.
The outer office door clicked shut and heavy footsteps made their way to his office door. Must be his new client, Brody thought. He stood to meet them at the door when a familiar laugh had him dropping back in his seat. He sat back and waited.
“See, I told you he’d still be working.” Dave “Fubar” Farber walked through the door first and plopped into the visitor chair across from him.
“And as usual, you’re not,” Brody fired back. He turned to his other best friend, Jason “Cupid” Valentine. “What brings you two by?”
“Yeah, well I bet when we deposit the final payment on the job we just completed you won’t be complaining, Bro.” Dave propped his foot up on the edge of the desk and dared Brody to complain.
Instead Brody ignored him. “You finished the Downing job early?” He asked of Jason.
“What can I say? The stars were in alignment and Mr. and Mrs. Downing are very satisfied with their new kitchen and master suite, which means Monday we can contact Dr. Cherko and see if he wouldn’t mind us starting early on his expansion.” Jason sat on the edge of the low-rise bookcase next to the desk.
“You should take a long weekend and celebrate with your ladies.” Brody glanced at his wristwatch, noting his new client was late.
“School,” Jason said.
“Work,” David added.
“Just as well, business has really picked up in the last six months. Looks like the work on the rec center paid off. You two ready to buy me out yet?” Absently he checked the time again. Ten after. The consult probably blew him off.
“Never,” both guys responded in unison.
“Cherry wants you to come over Sunday for a barbeque to celebrate finishing the job.” Jason tapped his fingers in a steady rhythm against his legs as he watched out the window.
“Are you sure you deserve the nickname Cupid? You know Sunday is Valentine’s Day, right? Plus, it’s the middle of winter in New England. Your grill is three feet deep in snow.” Brody shook his head in disbelief.
“Of course I know what day it is. The women have something planned. A surprise. And it includes you,” Jason said.
“Don’t look at me. You’re the last person I want to spend the evening with,” Dave groused.
Brody had a feeling he knew what the women were up to—a setup with one of their friends. Nice gesture. Not happening. “Tell them thanks, but I’ve got other plans.”
“Breaking out the blow-up girlfriend again?” Dave blew him a kiss, smirking because he knew the desk kept Brody from pounding him. He’d always been like that.
Brody flipped his friend off and told him what he could do with his suggestion.
“I know you’re not taking your mom out. She’s got a real date.”
“How do you know about it already?” Brody asked.
“Stopped by earlier to wish her a happy Valentine’s and give her flowers and chocolate.” Jason continued drumming his fingers against his thigh. A sure sign something was on his mind that bothered him.
“You always were a suck up, Cupid.”
“And you used to have a sense of humor. Want to tell us what really happened at my wedding? Because you’ve been a prick ever since.”
“Nothing happened. Nothing important.” Brody turned back to his computer, pulled up a client file and glared at the screen. No way would either drop the subject, but they could tough it out. He wasn’t talking.
“Told you.” Dave jumped up out of the chair and headed for the door.
Jason didn’t move for several long seconds. When he pushed away from the bookcase he had an annoying half-grin, like he knew Brody’s secret.
“You hear that, Fubar?” Jason called after Dave. “Nothing important has knocked the mighty Brody Nichols off his game.” Jason stopped long enough to get Brody’s attention. “Lacrosse, tomorrow at noon. Prepare to have your ass handed to you.”
Brody ignored the two of them as they left. He had more imperative things to focus on like work. He also knew if he felt like talking about his feelings—which he didn’t—the guys would be there for him. Shoving unwanted thoughts and memories away, he picked up the phone to call his client back and let him know the defendant settled out of court. At least Padgett and his wife would have a good weekend. The outside door opened again. Figuring the guys had forgotten to razz him about something, he held off hitting the last number.
“Go away. I’m working,” he called out.
“Is that how you greet all of your appointments?”
His head jerked up, the receiver dropped back to the base and for the second time that day, Brody Nichols had the surprise of his life. He looked at the woman standing in the open door way and his gaze dropped to her stomach.
“Are you pregnant?” he asked.
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Gail Chianese’s love of reading began at the tender age of three, when she’d make her grandpa read Fourteen Country Rabbits over and over and over again (and correct him when he skipped parts). While she’s branched out over the years by reading mystery, women’s fiction, and urban fantasy, she always circles back to romance in the end. That’s probably because she’s married to her real-life hero. Her wonderful hubby has served in the US Navy for the past twenty-six years and he’s done things he can’t tell her about. But it doesn’t stop her from being extremely proud of him and the sacrifices he makes for her, his family, and his country. He’s also uber-supportive of her dreams and of their three children. Living in Mystic, CT, and a member of Connecticut Romance Writers of America, Gail loves to hear from readers. Visit her online at GailChianese.com, follow her on Twitter @Gail_Chianese, or send her an e-mail at gail.chianese@ yahoo.com.
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