“I see.” I slid a hand in my pants pocket. “What, your divorce lawyer give you the chair at the head of the table this time? You’re a regular VIP.” My tone was dry, but I winked. “Was the ‘good doctor’ there?”
“Of course not.” She smoothed the silky red fabric of her dress down her slender hips. “He’s on vacation in Bermuda. Didn’t even stop by to see the kids at mom’s before he left.” She shook off some anger. “He only cares about his cash. Such a prick.”
“Yeah, a prick now with half the cash.”
Mrs. Harrison, my ex-client and date for the night, burst into laughter. “Thanks to you.” She smoothed a hand down the front of my tux, lingering at the crotch, and I took a step back.
My reaction came as a surprise to me.
What the f**k was I doing?
Veronica Harrison was newly divorced, rece
