Chapter Ten
Extricating myself from Lawton Brady was not going to be easy. I knew that as soon as I decided to stick it out in Rio Marinas.
I said nothing for nearly two weeks. Lawton was busy, still embroiled in legal maneuverings and then a trip to Sacramento that took him away for several days. By the time he returned and his head was back into me, there’d been enough distance between us to make him take a second look at me and wonder.
“We haven’t been the same, have we?” he said, while we were kicking back, drinking beer on Miss Inez’ back porch. Over dinner, he’d relayed all the new information about his legal battle. I’d probed carefully, like a lawyer might, feeling a resurgence of interest in the profession that I’d given up. I’m sure he wondered why I cared, though I knew exact
