Making His Baby(114)
“Hey, that’s an idea.” Lily encourages. “You can relax by the water and take it easy. Pregnancy is already difficult. Adding extra stress from being here isn’t good for either of you.”
“Exactly. Maybe my mom will come with me.”
“Have you told her yet?”
“You’re the only one who knows.” I shake my head. “Can’t bring myself to say the words.”
“No one needs to know even if you were about to pop. We’ll find clever ways to hide you, like they do on sitcoms. Fluffy scarves, big bags, things like that.”
“This is why you’re my best friend. You have great ideas. We’ll just get out of here and disappear into the fray. Let’s go now.”
“Soon.” Lily promises. “Soon.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
ERIC
A note sits on top of the files on my desk. Sophie’s stack, not Sophie’s writing.
Ask Paxton about his girlfriend.
I tap a pen against the desk, debating. There’s clearly something going on here. I didn’t know Paxton had a girlfriend and I have no idea why someone would want me to ask about it unless it was something important.
A small piece of me wants it to be about Kate. In what capacity, I don’t know. If Kate is his new girlfriend, I’d kill him. I know that as certain as I know my own name. If he touches her — gone.
I don’t think he’d do that to me, though. There are established bro codes, rules we all live by. No matter the shit he gave me about sleeping with her, he would never go behind my back to do anything with her.
I ball up the note and throw it in the trash. If Paxton wants to tell me about his new girlfriend, he can come tell me about his new fucking girlfriend. I have work to do.
Inside the first file is another note: No seriously. Go ask him.
Goddammit.
There’s a similar note in the front of each of the files. It’s not Paxton’s handwriting, either. No way would that asshole write these. We’re an office of fifty attorneys, covering every type of law. It could have been anyone.
“All right.” I find myself in Paxton’s office, curiosity driving me more than anything. “Tell me about your new girlfriend.”
“What are you talking about?” He doesn’t look up from his sea of paperwork. Criminal law has always turned me off for this very reason. Too much work.
“I’m supposed to ask you about your new girlfriend. I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.”
“You never asked.”
“Am I supposed to?”
“We talked a lot about the ass you were pounding over the last few weeks.”
“Touché.” I drop into a chair in front of him. “Who’s the unlucky lady?”
Paxton keeps typing away and doesn’t look at me. I’m not sure what the fuck is going on, but I don’t like it. Ever since we saw David’s interview in the bar, he’s acted weird. His obsession with my case was abnormal to begin with, but now it’s downright unsettling.
“Who is she?”
“Her name is Lily.”
Alarms shoot off in my brain. Kate’s best friend, whom she talked about a lot, is a Lily. Her partner in all her charity work. How common could that name be?
“What does she do?”
“Me.”
“Funny.”
He closes his laptop and crosses his hands over top of it. This whole exchange is uncomfortable as fuck. I cross my arms to join in his powerplay bullshit.
“What do you want, Eric?”
“I want to know why someone told me I should talk to you about your new girlfriend.”
“I don’t have that answer.”
“She’s Kate’s friend, isn’t she?” He doesn’t say anything, which is answer enough for me. “The fuck, man? Why didn’t you say shit?”
“Because it doesn’t matter. You aren’t working with Lily’s ex.”
“No, just her best friend. Which means Lily knows everything. Which means you probably know everything.”
“You may have come up.”
“Is that why you were pushing me so hard to go after her? I thought Lily was her best friend. What the hell, Pax? Is Lily trying to ruin her, too? What the fuck kind of games are you playing?”
“No games, man. This is your fucking job. Your job is to represent that slime bag. You can also get seriously fucked by screwing around with his wife — his wife, bro, because they are still legally married — and you’re already on thin ice with the state for doing this shit before.”
“You help me stage photos of innocent women. Now you get to play moral high ground?”
“I told you to stop fucking around with her.”