Judgment

 

AUTHOR:  Shirley

 

E-mail:  sbell_1944@yahoo.com

 

RATING:  NC-17 (Sexual content-language)

 

CONTEXT:  This storyline takes place prior to “Lawyers, Guns & Money”
and the three subsequent episodes.  This is a story about Nick and his
women.

 

DISCLAIMER:  Some of the characters portrayed herein are taken directly
from “The Guardian” – CBS TV Series.  Others are strictly figments of my
imagination.  The resemblance to any person(s) living or dead is purely
coincidental. Any similarity of events, dates, or characters or the
portrayal of events, dates or characters depicted in any FanFic
previously posted by other authors is totally unintentional.  This is a
work of FICTION.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

It had been a very long day for Nick.  He glanced at his watch.  It was
nearly 8:30.

 

He and Jon Stafford, attorney for Chris Cline, had been working on a
settlement of a racial discrimination case involving Tobias Industries
for the last two hours, finally reaching a compromise; negotiations had
been going on for months.  Cline, one of only three African-Americans on
the payroll at Tobias Industries, had been passed over for promotion to
dock foreman.  He subsequently sued Tobias Industries, claiming racial
discrimination and, after a careful review of the case, Nick had
recommended settlement to his client, Joe Tobias.  But, the problem had
been getting Stafford ‘down to earth’ with his client’s demand.  The
figure they had finally agreed upon was even better than Nick had hoped
for.

 

“Nick, I really appreciate it.  I’ll run this by my client first thing
in the morning and give you a call.  I’m gonna recommend that he take
it.”  Jon Stafford rose to leave.

 

“Fine.  Just let me know.  We should be able to get those papers drawn
up tomorrow and get this thing settled.” 

 

“Great.” 

 

Nick slid the conference room door open and with a quick handshake,
Stafford exited.  The office was virtually empty this time of night. 
Only the main lights remained on in the lobby and hallways. 

 

Nick thought he heard the cleaning crew already at work in another part
of the office.  He gathered up the papers and stuffed them into his
briefcase, then made his way to his office.  Checking his messages, he
found nothing urgent.  He leafed through additional papers on his desk
and added those to his briefcase.  After switching off his office
lights, he pulled the door closed, locking it behind him.  The cleaning
crew had been instructed to re-lock his office when they completed their
cleaning of the room. 

 

He suddenly realized he was hungry, not having eaten all day due to an
earlier meeting which had extended into his lunchtime.  He decided to
walk to The Incline and grab a quick bite before heading home.

 

He ordered a prime rib with all the trimmings which he wolfed down, and
was looking over the paperwork of the Cline settlement, making a few
last minute notations, when he heard his name called.

 

He looked up and scowled.  It was Brian.  He was standing in the middle
of the bar with Lulu, Jake and Barbara, in tow.  ‘One big happy family,’
he thought.  It occurred to him that Jake and Barbara were sure getting
cozy, ever since the U2 concert. 

 

After the usual greetings, Jake suggested Nick join them for a
night-cap.  Nick placed the money on the table for his check and
reluctantly gathered up his papers, shoving them in his briefcase.  He
followed the group to a large circular table near the dance floor. 

 

The waitress took their drink order and conversation returned to the
movie the foursome had just seen.  They had all apparently been
discussing the movie when they walked in the bar before spotting Nick. 

 

Jake, realizing Nick was completely left out of the conversation, said,
“Nick.  How’d that settlement conference go with Stafford?  Finally get
it settled?”

 

“Yeah.  I think so.”  He shook his head, slightly, to discourage Jake’s
questions about work.  Nick was seated directly across the table from
Lulu.  He had Brian to his right and Barbara on his left, with Jake
seated between Barbara and Lulu. 

 

Nick glanced at Lulu.  She quickly averted her eyes and turned to Brian,
who was asking her, “Do you think she loved the guy or was it just for
the sex?” 

 

“Oh, I don’t know.  I think she maybe loved him in a special way.”  She
answered, absently, as she looked again at Nick then down at the table. 

 

“Do you think a woman can love two men at the same time?”  Brian asked,
curiously.  “You do agree that she still loved her husband, don’t you?” 

 

“Brian, I think it’s rude to talk about the movie when Nick probably
hasn’t seen it.  Can we change the subject?” 

 

Jake jumped into the conversation.  “Nick, do you ever go to the
movies?”  He just couldn’t see Nick taking the time to do anything
relaxing.  Nick was all business, all the time. 

 

When Nick didn’t answer right away, Barbara answered for him.  “I’m sure
he does, Jake.  We just don’t travel in the same circles,” she laughed. 

 

Nick clenched his jaw and lowered his head.  He drummed his fingertips
on the table top.  When he looked up, Lulu was watching him.  He nibbled
nervously on his bottom lip. 

 

The drinks were served.  Nick took a large gulp of his soda water.  He
saw Brian put his hand over Lulu’s and squeeze it lovingly.  He also saw
her wrinkle her brow and try to remove her hand, without drawing
attention.  She noticed that Nick had seen her reaction to Brian’s touch.

 

Jake and Barbara were talking about a new restaurant they had tried. 
Nick felt totally like a fifth-wheel. 

 

He stood up, suddenly.  Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a $5
bill, which he threw on the table.  “Listen.  I gotta go.”

 

“Sure, Nick,” Jake acknowledged.  

 

Without another word, briefcase in hand, he strolled out of the bar.  He
imagined that some day he would get over it, but right now he was still
finding it painful to be around Brian and Lulu. 

 

He didn’t know it but Lulu, from her vantage point, watched him take
every step.  She had blocked out the conversation around her.  Brian’s
earlier question resounded in her ear, ‘Do you think a woman can love
two men at the same time?’  Was she in love with two men?  Was that
possible?  Or was she just ‘hot’ for Nick?

 

Brian reached out and touched her to get her attention.  “Lulu?”

 

“Yeah,” she said, a little dazed. 

 

“Did you want anything to eat?” 

 

“No.  I’m not hungry.” 

 

~~~//~~~

 

The next day, Nick and Lulu were in the conference room at Legal
Services.  Nick was thumbing through a legal tome looking for a
particular point of law to convince Lulu he was right in the approach
she should take in the Anderson case.  

 

“Here it is,” he said, with a smug grin on his face. 

 

Lulu took the seat next to him and scooted closer to read the passage he
pointed out.  “Okay, you win.”  They turned to look at each other, their
faces only inches apart.  They sat with their eyes locked for a long
moment, and then Lulu, suddenly, leaned over and kissed him on the
lips.  Nick sat in stunned silence.  She looked away, flustered.  “I’m
sorry, Nick.  I shouldn’t have done that.  I’m sorry.”

 

“No, it’s okay.” 

 

Lulu hurriedly picked up the book, her finger marking the page, and
said, “I’ll make the necessary changes.  Thanks, Nick.”  She scurried
out the door leaving him dazed and confused. 

 

He shook his head and, with a slight grin on his face, he glanced at his
watch.  He had a meeting at Fallin in 20 minutes.  Grabbing up his
briefcase he headed to the elevator, noticing that Lulu’s office door
was closed. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

The meeting had gone well.  As Nick prepared to vacate the conference
room and return to his office, his dad called his name.

 

“Nicholas.”  Burton was standing at the door.

 

He turned and said, “Yeah, Dad?” 

 

“Did you get your invitation to Jackson Morris’ birthday party on
Saturday?” 

 

Nick looked puzzled and shook his head. 

 

“It was in my mail this morning.  Jack told me you were invited also.” 

 

“Oh.  I haven’t had a chance to go through my mail yet.” 

 

“Well, what do you think?” 

 

“What?  About going?” 

 

“Yeah, about going.”

 

“I guess it’s okay.  Yeah, I don’t have any other plans.”  He nodded and
left the conference room.

 

In his office, Nick found the invitation mentioned by his father. 
Jackson Morris was celebrating his 75^th birthday on Saturday.  The
party would be at his country home, about an hour’s drive from the
city.  Nick vaguely remembered Jackson Morris.  His dad had worked for
the Morris firm about the time Nick was born and had maintained their
friendship even after he left to start Fallin & Associates.  The last
time Nick saw the Morris family was around the time his mother died. 
Then he had been packed off to boarding school and lost touch completely. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

As usual, Nick did the driving.  He picked his dad up at 7:00, Saturday
evening, and they drove to the Morris estate.  He had never been there
before.  It was an enjoyable drive through the countryside on a crisp
fall evening.

 

Nick searched his memory.  He knew his dad had worked with Jackson
Morris at one time but Nick didn’t get to know the family until they
moved into the Morris’ neighborhood in O’Hara Township.  He had been
about 7 years old.  By that time, his father had already started Fallin
& Associates. 

 

The Morris, Anderson & Morris Firm had been around over 70 years;
founded by Jackson’s father, Jim Morris, in the early ‘30s.  Nick had
heard that Jackson’s son, Julian, was now the managing partner in the
firm.  Julian was about 10 years older than Nick.  As for Jodi; he
hadn’t thought about her in years.  She was Jackson’s daughter and
Nick’s age.  He never did hear what happened to her.  The prospect of
seeing her again gave him a warm feeling. 

 

“Nicholas, slow down.  The turn’s coming up.  Right… right here.” 

 

The estate was surrounded by a white wood-rail fence.  The private drive
wound around through the trees.  You could catch a glimpse, now and
then, of the house, which was situated on a hilltop; tonight, brightly
illuminated for the party.  Fall leaves of all colors littered the lane
and swirled around the car as it made its way up the winding drive.  It
was after dark in early October and fall was definitely in the air.   

 

 There were already a number of cars parked along the driveway.  Nick
found a spot, several cars back from the entrance, and parked. 

 

At the door, they were met by Jackson himself.  He grabbed Burton and
hugged him affectionately.  “So glad you could make it, Burton.” 
Turning to Nick, he said, “And this must be Nick.”  He surprised Nick by
grabbing and hugging him, too.  “I guess you were probably about 12
years old when I saw you last.  It’s too bad there’s just so little time
to stay in touch with old friends.  In fact, it’s been a few years since
I last saw your father.  Come on in.  Charles will take your coats.” 

 

Nick and Burton removed their overcoats and handed them to Charles. 

 

Jackson called to his son, “Julian.  Come.  I want you to meet
someone.”  Julian was a tall, slim good looking man with ink-black
hair.  He was nothing like Nick remembered; a skinny, gangly kid,
book-smart, but not much fun to be around.  “Do you remember Nick Fallin?” 

 

Julian grinned and extended his hand.  “Sure.  Jodi’s little friend who
used to bug the hell out of me.” 

 

They shook hands and Nick grinned, shyly, and said, “No hard feelings.” 

 

“None taken.”  He turned to Burton.  “Good to see you again, Burton.”  

 

Burton nodded and smiled as they shook hands.   

 

“So what do you do, Nick?”

 

“I’m a lawyer.”  He shrugged.  “I work with my dad.” 

 

“That’s great.  We’ll have to stay in touch.  Have you seen Jodi?” 

 

“No.” 

 

“Well, she’ll be happy to see you, I’m sure.  I don’t think she’s come
down yet, has she, Dad?” 

 

“I haven’t seen her.  She only got in about an hour ago.  Come. Come.” 
Jackson steered them into the main living area and toward a makeshift
bar in the corner. “Let’s get you something to drink.  Burton?  Nick? 
What’ll it be?”

 

“I’ll take a scotch, neat,” Burton answered. 

 

“And, I’ll have a soda water, thanks.” 

 

Jackson handed them their drinks.  “Make yourselves at home.  I need to
greet a few more guests.  Julian?  Can you introduce them around?” 

 

“Sure.”  Julian proceeded to make the introductions as they made their
way around the room.

 

Burton recognized Bill Stephens and Arthur Martin; two men he had worked
with in 1970-71, at Morris, Anderson & Morris.  They were still with the
firm.  Nick listened as they got re-acquainted.  Julian excused himself,
to mingle with the other guests. 

 

Nick glanced over his father’s shoulder and saw a young woman
approaching.  She was dressed in a pale gray silk-Duppioni evening suit
with rhinestone buttons and a white silk blouse.  Her wavy black hair
was tucked behind her ears and fell a few inches below her shoulders. 
She was stunning. 

 

She walked up to the group and said, “Bill.  Art.  Introduce me.”  She
had a radiant smile and was looking directly at Nick.

 

At that moment, Burton turned around and expressed surprise.  “Jodi? 
How are you?”  He took her hand and they kissed each other on the cheek. 

 

“I didn’t realize that was you, Burton.  I’m fine, thank you.”  She had
barely taken her eyes off Nick. 

 

Nick didn’t realize it but he was standing with his mouth open, like an
idiot. 

 

“Surely you remember Nicholas?”  Burton said, turning to Nick.

 

She reached out to take his hand.  “Well, I remember a skinny little
curly-headed boy with freckles.” 

 

“I’m afraid that was me.”  Nick grinned, a little embarrassed. 
“Sometimes age can be our friend.” 

 

“Will you gentlemen excuse us?  It’s been 20 years and Nick and I have a
lot to catch up on.”  Still holding his hand she guided him to the
French doors which led out onto the veranda.  On the way out, he
discarded his empty glass on a table.

 

It was a crystal clear night.  The air was a little crisp but they
didn’t seem to mind.  Jodi held Nick’s arm as they walked away from the
light streaming through the French doors.

 

“It’s really good to see you, Nick.  I’ve often wondered what happened
to you.”  She stopped and turned to look at him.  “I thought it was
cruel of your father to send you off to boarding school so soon after
your mother’s death.  But, then…well… we were just kids.  What did we
know?  It was probably for the best.” 

 

“Yeah, I guess it was for the best.”  He still had trouble disguising
the hurt he felt when he thought about that time in his life.  “So, what
about you?  I see Julian’s in the Firm.  You must have gotten smart and
steered clear of the law.”

 

“No.  I guess that gene is imbedded too deep in the Morris family.  I am
a lawyer; in New York.  I decided to break away.  To show my
independence.  You know me.  I was always a tomboy.  I wanted to be one
of the boys and I was afraid Daddy and Julian would baby me.” 

 

“Well, you failed miserably.  Being one of the boys, I mean.”  Holding
her hands, he stepped back to get a good look at her.  “Nice.  Very nice.” 

 

“I have found that being a woman can be an advantage in the man’s world
of corporate law.  Men are fooled into thinking I’m some brainless
‘body’ and then I move in for the kill.”  She laughed. 

 

“I can see where that would be a distraction.” 

 

“So, you never married?” 

 

“No.  Who has time these days?” 

 

“I tried it right out of college.  I thought I was in love.  You know
how that goes?” 

 

“No.  Can’t say that I do.” 

 

Lightheartedly, she said, “You know, Nick, you were my first love.”  She
lifted herself onto the concrete banister which went around the
veranda.  “Do you remember when we used to play house?”

 

Nick blushed and turned away.  “Yeah.”  They had been inseparable as
kids.  He remembered he used to worry that his mother would find out
what they were doing in the woods behind his house.  Of course, it never
went beyond a little harmless touching.  He did remember; they kissed,
once. 

 

“I cried and cried when your dad sent you away.  I felt like it was the
end of my world.  I was in college before I let another boy touch me
like that.”  She looked down on his upturned face and reached out to
touch his lips with her fingertips. 

 

He took her hand and kissed it.  “Jodi.  I’m sorry I didn’t stay in
touch.  I was angry at my dad.  Angry about what happened to my mother. 
Just angry at the world.  It was a long time before I learned to cope
with things.”  He shook his head in frustration.  “I still have trouble
sometimes.”

 

He carefully lifted her off the banister.  With his hands on her waist,
he looked deep into her eyes and then kissed her tenderly on the lips. 
She put her arms around him and pulled him closer.  They kissed deeply,
passionately. 

 

She looked into those unforgettable gray-green eyes.  “So you don’t have
anyone special in your life, Nick?”

 

He turned away.  For a second, he thought about Lulu, and said, “No. 
What about you?”

 

“If you only knew.  New Yorkers can be very superficial and
self-serving.  You never know when it’s a come-on or sincere and after
awhile you just become a cynic, like everyone else.”

 

“I do know what you mean.  I worked in New York for a couple of years
right out of college.” 

 

“I wish I had known.  Where?” 

 

“Swann & Cranston.” 

 

“Impressive.  I interviewed there but they weren’t looking to hire a
woman at the time.  Is it still a boy’s club?”  She leaned against the
banister. 

 

Nick stood with his hands in his pockets.  “Before I left they hired a
couple of women.  Can’t tell you what the situation is now.  That’s been
almost five years ago.”

 

“Are you working with your dad now?”

 

“Yeah.” 

 

“Guess you buried the hatchet, huh?” 

 

Nick shifted his weight, nervously, and smiled.  “When Dad made me the
offer to work for him, I saw it as a chance to mend some fences.  We’ve
never been really close like your family.”  Nick looked away.  The moon
was out full and you could see the surrounding countryside, bathed in
the moonlight.  It was a spectacular view. 

 

“When are you going back to New York?”  Nick asked, as he stared off
into the night. 

 

“I’m actually on a two-week vacation.  I haven’t been back home for
months so I just decided to take a break from it and, since Daddy was
celebrating the big ‘75’, I thought this was as good a chance as any. 
Maybe we can get together.  Do something while I’m here.”

 

“I’d like that, but…well; I stay pretty busy with work.”  He thought
about telling Jodi of his drug conviction but, at the last minute,
decided against it.  It hadn’t been one of his finest hours. 

 

“Okay.  I understand.  Do you want to take a walk around the grounds?” 

 

He nodded.  She took his arm and they walked down the back steps to the
main patio area.  The patio and pathway to the garden were illuminated
by gas lanterns.  They reminisced about their days as children together
and Nick learned more about her failed marriage and her college days. 

 

At the end of the evening, Jackson was saying goodbye to his guests at
the door.  “Nick, it was really good to see you again.  Did you and Jodi
get caught up?”

 

Nick grinned.  “We made a good start at it.”  He looked at Jodi as she
stood next to her father.  “Congratulations, Jack, on your birthday.” 
They shook hands.  He turned to Julian.  “And, nice to see you again,
Julian.” 

 

Burton said his goodbyes as they donned their overcoats.  “We need to
stay in touch, Jack.  Give me a call whenever you get into town.  Maybe
we can have some lunch, or something.” 

 

“I’ll do it, Burton.” 

 

On the way home, Burton commented.  “Jodi has sure changed.  The last
time I remember seeing her, she was missing her two front teeth and wore
her hair in braids.  As I recall, she was a real tomboy.”

 

“Yeah.”  He looked at his dad and raised his eyebrows, grinning. 
Secretly, he wondered how things would have turned out if he had stayed
in Pittsburgh after his mother died.  Would he and Jodi be together now? 

 

~~~//~~~

 

“Okay.  Well, I want you two to work together on this project.”  Alvin
turned to leave Lulu’s office. 

 

Nick raised his eyebrows and shrugged.  “I guess the boss has spoken.” 

 

“Yeah.”  Lulu looked at her watch.  “It’s almost lunchtime, Nick.  You
wanna have lunch?  Maybe we can figure out a game plan.” 

 

Nick glanced at his watch and noticed the time was 11:32 AM.  “I’m
meeting someone,” he said, apologetically.  His appointment was at 12:30
PM and he still had to run by the office for a minute.

 

“Oh.”  Lulu was disappointed.  “Well, what about later this afternoon?” 

 

“Okay.”  Nick picked up his briefcase and started out the door.  He
looked over his shoulder at Lulu and they exchanged looks. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

At 12:30 PM sharp, Nick walked through the door of The Incline.  He
immediately located Jodi, sitting at a booth near the front entrance. 
Smiling, he strode over to her table, and taking her hand he bent to
kiss her, modestly, on the cheek.  He failed to notice Lulu sitting
across the room with Kate. 

 

Lulu had seen Nick come in.  She watched, totally oblivious of Kate, as
Nick carried on an animated conversation with the girl.

 

“Lulu?”  Kate noticed that Lulu appeared to be in a daze.  When she
didn’t respond to her question, Kate followed her gaze and saw Nick with
the girl.  She reached out and gently touched Lulu’s hands, clenched
together in a fist on the table in front of her. 

 

Lulu responded.  “Oh!  Sorry.  What did you say?”  She looked at Kate.  

 

“What’s going on, Lulu?”  Kate seemed concerned. 

 

“Nothing.  Why do you ask?”  Lulu said, emphatically; annoyed. 

 

“You’re my friend and I can tell when there’s something wrong.” 

 

Lulu found herself glancing back in Nick’s direction.  The girl had
reached across the table and was holding Nick’s hand as she laughed,
lightly.  Lulu squeezed her eyes together, trying to block out the image. 

 

Another look at Nick and Kate put two and two together.  “It’s Nick,
isn’t it?” 

 

“What do you mean?” Lulu asked, nonchalantly.

 

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way he looks at you.”  Kate said. 

 

Lulu looked intently at Kate.  So she hadn’t imagined the looks.  She
reluctantly looked back at Nick and found him staring back at her. 
Their eyes locked until Jodi diverted his attention. 

 

“I need to get back to work,” Lulu said, impatiently.  She left money on
the table for her part of the check and hurriedly left the bar, avoiding
another look in Nick’s direction. 

 

Kate moved to give herself a clearer sightline of Nick and the girl. 
She saw Nick look in her direction a time or two.  She lingered over her
lunch until she saw them leave.  Allowing a few minutes for them to
clear the door, she followed. 

 

Kate watched as Nick helped Jodi into a Mercedes 450SL, parked at the
curb, a few doors down from The Incline.  He waved as she pulled into
traffic. 

 

Stepping back onto the curb he noticed Kate and waited as she approached
him. 

 

“Hi, Nick.  Girlfriend?” she indicated the car which was fast
disappearing into traffic. 

 

He grinned widely and shook his head.  “Not exactly.  And your interest
is...?” 

 

Caught off guard by Nick’s question, Kate fumbled for a logical
response.  “Oh…I…ah…I don’t know.  All the stories I hear, you don’t
have time for a personal life.”  She laughed, feebly.

 

“I see.”  Nick looked at her seriously.  “So, my personal life is fodder
for the water cooler?” 

 

“No.  I didn’t mean it like that.  I…ah…I guess this is where I make a
graceful exit.”  She started towards the courthouse. 

 

“She’s an old friend.  We were kids together, many years ago,” Nick
called after her. 

 

Kate stopped and turned, smiling.  “Okay.  I’ll see ya later, Nick.” 
She found Nick Fallin to be a most attractive man.  He probably had some
feelings for Lulu, given the way he looked at her, but it was obvious
that Lulu didn’t share his feelings, since she had married Brian.  She
secretly wondered what it would be like with a man like Nick.  She
smiled to herself, imagining. 

 

Nick stood on the sidewalk, with his hands in his pockets, and watched
Kate walk away, wondering. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

It was early afternoon when Jake encountered Nick, on his way to his
dad’s office, and asked, “Hey, Nick, are you going to the Charity
Benefit on Saturday night?”

 

“I hadn’t really planned on it.  Why?”  Nick knew that the Firm always
purchased 50 tickets to the Greater Pittsburgh Fall Charity Benefit, an
annual event: each ticket costing $500.   The tickets were made
available to the partners and associates and their guests, free of charge.

 

“Oh.  Well, I thought I might take Barbara this year.  She’s never been
to one of these things and I thought if you went, too, she might not be
so uncomfortable.” 

 

Nick flashed a forced grin and turned to walk off without a response. 
He knocked twice on his father’s office door, and then entered. 

 

“You wanted to see me, Dad?” 

 

“Oh.”  Burton looked up from his desk.  “Yeah, Nicholas.  I was
wondering if you could look over this proposal that Adam has submitted
for approval.  You’re a little more familiar with the issues involved.” 

 

Adam was a fairly new associate and, as far as Nick could tell, he was
coming along fine.

 

“Sure.  Is it that telecommunications merger?” 

 

“That’s right.  I consider myself a pretty modern guy, but this telecom
stuff is still Greek to me.”  He handed the file to Nick.

 

Amused, Nick took the file.  His dad didn’t admit ‘defeat’ easily.  “Is
there a deadline?” 

 

“Adam needs it by the end of next week.” 

 

“Shouldn’t be a problem.”  He turned to leave. 

 

“Thanks, Nicholas.”  Almost as an afterthought, Burton added, “Oh,
Nicholas.  You are planning on going to the Benefit this year, aren’t
you?  I know how you hate these things, but it’s for a good cause and
it’s a good place to meet influential people.” 

 

“Uh…yeah, I guess.”  Nick waved the hand containing the file and left
the room.

 

“Good,” he heard his father say, as he closed the door behind him. 

 

Back in his office, Nick contemplated the Benefit, and then dialed the
Morris residence.  The housekeeper answered the phone.  Nick remembered
meeting her briefly at the party the other night.  He was pretty good
with names and ventured, “Mrs. Waters?”  When she acknowledged, he
continued, “Is Jodi in?  This is her friend, Nick Fallin.” 

 

“I think I just heard the car pull up.  Let me check, Mr. Fallin.” 
Several minutes passed.

 

Jodi answered, out of breath.  “Nick?” 

 

“Hi, Jodi.”

 

“What’s up?”  She was curious about the call.  After all, they had just
had lunch a couple of hours ago.

 

“I wanted to see if you had plans for Saturday night.  The Firm buys
tickets to the Fall Charity Benefit every year and I thought you might
like to go.” 

 

“I’d love to go.  I think several people from Daddy’s firm will be
going, too.  It sounds like fun, Nick.  Listen.  Rather than have you
drive all the way out here and then back again, I could drive into town
Saturday and meet you at your place.” 

 

“That sounds great, Jodi.  Oh, my address is 1980 Ellsworth, Shadyside.”

 

“Got it.  I guess I better get busy finding something to wear.  Bye,
Nick,” she said sweetly. 

 

“Bye.”  Nick ended the call then dialed Sheila, his father’s legal
assistant. 

 

“Sheila.  I’ll need two tickets for the Charity Benefit.  I’m leaving
the office now.  I’ll stop by on my way out and pick them up.”

 

“Sure, Nick.”

 

Nick had to get to Legal Services.  He was supposed to meet with Lulu on
that project Alvin had given them.  He shoved some papers in his
briefcase and hustled out the door.  He stopped briefly at Sheila’s desk
and pocketed the tickets she had placed in an envelope for him.

 

He saw Jake in the hallway.  “Jake. About Saturday.  Looks like I’ll be
going.”

 

“Good.  Hey.  Would you like to go together?” 

 

“I can’t.”  Nick hurried out the door.  Jake, mouth agape, watched him
make his exit.

 

~~~//~~~

 

“Sorry I’m late, Lulu.”  Nick said, apologetically. 

 

“That’s all right, Nick.”  Lulu had things spread out in the conference
room. 

 

Alvin wanted them to put together a summary report of all the cases
handled by the agency in the Year 2001 and those handled, so far, in
2002, so he could better determine the needs for staffing, and in what
areas of expertise.  He was hoping to convince the State of their need
for an increase in the clinic’s budget for next year by showing a
drastic increase in the number of cases handled in 2002 over 2001, even
considering the incomplete figures for the current year, which had just
entered its 10^th month.    

 

Lulu prepared the computer spreadsheet while Nick went through the
monthly reports and gave her the figures. Unfortunately, many of the
reports had to be reconstructed, especially those from early 2001, since
the filing and reporting system used then was not what it was today. 
Lulu had made much needed changes in the way tracking data was recorded
and archived, after her arrival at Legal Services.  Current information
was now readily accessible through computer. 

 

Alvin poked his head into the conference room.  “How’s it goin’?”  Nick
had his jacket off and his shirt sleeves rolled up.

 

“Alvin, I don’t know how you found anything under your old reporting
system,” Nick stated.

 

“We didn’t.”  Alvin smiled and looked at Lulu.  “Leave it to a woman to
organize things.  You know men are just not much for detail.”  He looked
at his watch.  “It’s after 6:30.  You guys gettin’ hungry?” 

 

Nick and Lulu exchanged looks.  “I think we just want to get this done. 
What would you say, Nick?  Maybe another hour?”  Lulu answered. 

 

Nick nodded.

 

“Okay.  I was going to offer to buy your dinner.” 

 

“We’ll take a rain-check,” Nick said, grinning.

 

“Okay.”  Alvin turned to leave.  He left the conference room door open. 
On his way out, he flipped off the main office overhead lights. 

 

They worked diligently and finished just after 7:00 PM.  Nick stretched
and put his hands behind his head, leaning back in the chair.  Lulu
logged-off and shut down the computer and relaxed in her chair.  They
looked at each other across the table. 

 

Nick finally got up and started rolling his sleeves down.  He buttoned
his cuffs and reached for his jacket.  “Wanna get something to eat?” 

 

“Uh…Brian’s probably getting home about now,” she looked instinctively
at her watch. 

 

“Sure.  Can I walk you to your car?”  Nick had left his car parked in
the Firm’s parking deck.  Lulu usually parked in the lot on the corner,
about a quarter-block away. 

 

“Okay, if you don’t mind.” 

 

At the elevator, they put on their overcoats. 

 

“Nick, thanks for helping today.  That was really more my job, than
yours.” 

 

“I didn’t mind.”

 

The streets were virtually deserted.  You could see a few cars parked at
The Incline, a half-block away.  But, on Fridays, these massive ‘ships
of commerce’ discharged their human cargo early; becoming dark, empty
hulks of steel, concrete and glass, silhouetted against the starry-night
sky.  Conversely, during the week you would see lights on in the
buildings well into the evening hours. 

 

Nick walked with his hands in his pants pockets.   He noticed the
temperature was a little warm to be wearing an overcoat. 

 

“It’s a nice night,” Lulu commented. 

 

“Yeah,” Nick acknowledged.  “Warmer than usual for this time of year.” 

 

“Yeah.” 

 

There were three other cars in the lot besides Lulu’s.  Lulu unlocked
her car by remote.  Nick reached to open the door.  Before she moved to
get in the car, she turned to face him.  He was standing with one hand
on the door and the other on the roof of the car.  She felt his nearness
and could actually smell his cologne. 

 

“Nick…?”  She looked into his eyes. 

 

He reached up and gently touched her face and pushed her hair behind her
ear.  He wanted so to kiss her.  Instead, looking embarrassed, he backed
up a step, and put his hand in his overcoat pocket.      

 

In barely a whisper, she spoke again, “Nick…?”

 

“Yes,” he answered, looking deep into her eyes.  

 

After a long silence, she turned to get into the car.  “Goodnight, Nick.” 

 

“G’night.”  He carefully shut her car door and stepped back. 

 

She waited a moment before starting the engine.   They exchanged glances
again through the door glass.  She started the car, turned on the
headlights and slowly pulled away, leaving him standing, forlornly, in
the parking lot, his hands in his pockets.  He waited until she was out
of sight before he turned to walk back to his office.  

 

On his way home, he tried to make sense of his feelings for Lulu.  He
still got all mushy inside when he was around her.  And now she seemed
to be sending him signals.  Or was he crazy?  It was all so
complicated.  He’d had affairs with married women before, but mostly for
the sex.  He never had any real feelings for those other women.  It was
different with Lulu.  He didn’t want to stop her advances but he knew,
to continue in the direction they were headed, it could only mean trouble. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

Nick went to the office early, Saturday.  It was about 4:30 when he
finally left for home.  He expected Jodi sometime between 6:00-7:00
o’clock. 

 

At home, he showered and shaved and, standing in his skivvies, he
removed his tuxedo from its protective bag.  It had been months since he
had worn it.  He had purchased it a couple years ago so it was still
quite stylish with its satin double-shawl lapels and vest with satin
lapels and satin buttons.   

 

After struggling with his tie, he checked his appearance in the
full-length mirror of his armoire, and then straightened up the bathroom
and his room before heading downstairs to wait.  He tossed his jacket
over the back of the chair and flipped on the TV to listen to the
national news as he grabbed an Evian from the fridge.  He really hated
these kinds of events.  They were always so stuffy.  But, with Jodi,
maybe it would be fun.     

 

When the door bell finally rang, it was 6:40 PM.  Nick opened the door.

 

Jodi smiled and said, “Well, I finally made it.  I had forgotten how bad
traffic can be in this little town.” 

 

Nick extended his hand.  She reached out and he pulled her to him,
admiringly.  She was dressed in a white satin gown with black satin trim
which conformed to her curvaceous figure, flaring slightly below the
knees.  The neckline was off-the-shoulder with little cutouts which
offered a peek at her décolletage.  Over her shoulders she wore a black
satin shawl.  Her ears were studded with diamonds and she had a large
diamond pendant at her throat. 

 

“Well worth waiting for.”  He kissed her softly on the lips. 

 

He walked to the chair where he had thrown his jacket and pulled it on,
tugging to adjust his vest and cuffs. 

 

Jodi sidled up to him and ran her hands down his lapel.  “Very
handsome.”  She then straightened his tie. 

 

“I never was very good with bow-ties,” he said. 

 

“You look beautiful,” she said, giving him a light kiss on the lips.  He
grinned, shyly.

 

The event was being held at the Renaissance Hotel on Sixth Street.  Even
at this early hour, cars were already lined up for valet service when
they arrived. 

 

Nick relinquished his car to the valet, placing the claim-check in his
inside pocket.  Jodi had been helped from the car by another attendant
and was waiting for him on the curb.  When he joined her, she had
already struck up a conversation with a man Nick did not know. 

 

“Nick.  This is Mark Langley.  He’s a partner at Morris.  Mark this is
Nick Fallin.  I know you know his father, Burton.”

 

“Oh, yes.  Well, very nice to meet you Nick.”

 

“My pleasure.”  Nick extended his hand and they shook. 

 

“Jodi, if you see Andy, tell him I’m looking for him.”  Jodi nodded and
Mark edged into the crowd. 

 

Nick turned as he heard his name called and saw Jake and Barbara walking
towards them.  He acknowledged with a nod of his head.  Barbara looked
very nice in her black two-piece beaded dress; her red hair pulled up
and back into a tousled crown. 

 

“Hi, Nick.” 

 

“Hi, Barbara.  Jake.”  Nick reached out, placing his hand lightly around
Jodi’s waist.  “Jodi, this is Jake Straka, an associate at the Firm, and
Barbara Ludzinski.  She works at Legal Services.  Jake.  Barbara.  This
is Jodi Morris.”

 

They exchanged greetings. 

 

“Well.  Shall we go inside?”  Jake asked, and turned to lead the way. 

 

Nick checked Jodi’s wrap and they entered the ballroom which was studded
with tables covered in fine white linen and set with the elegant hotel
china service.  Each table was set for six people. 

 

“Nick, should we go ahead and score us a table,” Jake asked.  It was
evident that Jake intended for Nick and Jodi to share their table.

 

“Sure.”  Nick glanced at Jodi to get her reaction. 

 

Jodi smiled.  “Jake, how about something close to the dance floor?” 

 

“That would be great.”  Jake pointed to a table near the bandstand and
scurried towards it with Barbara in tow.

 

Nick caught a glimpse of Burton out of the corner of his eye, talking
with the Mayor.  Burton nodded to acknowledge and then excused himself,
taking leave of the Mayor.  He took the arm of his companion and steered
her towards Nick. 

 

“Well, Nicholas.  You did come.  And Jodi.  Good to see you again.  I’d
like you to meet Stella Clausen.  Stella, this is my son Nick and Jodi
Morris, Jackson Morris’ daughter.” 

 

Nick recognized the name.  Clausen, of Clausen Steel.  Old Pittsburgh
money.  Stella’s husband, 20 years her senior, had died a few years back
leaving her very well off.  Considered the Grande Dame of Pittsburgh
Society, she was a very attractive woman, perhaps in her middle-fifties;
a woman of style and grace.  His dad never ceased to amaze him with his
way with the ladies. 

 

“Oh, yes.  I know Jackson quite well.  We met years ago at another
charity event.  How is your father?”  Stella spoke with a faint accent
of unknown origin. 

 

“Very well, thank you.  He just celebrated his 75^th birthday and still
going strong.” 

 

“Where are you sitting, son?” 

 

“Uh…Jake has a table staked out.”  Nick gestured towards the bandstand. 

 

“Oh, well enjoy yourselves.  Isn’t that Stan Craig?” 

 

Nick followed his father’s gaze.  “Yeah, I think so.” 

 

“Come, Stella.  I want you to meet him.” 

 

After Burton and Stella were gone, Jodi said, “Nice to see Burton still
gets out socially.”

 

“Yeah.  You want something to drink?” 

 

“Sure.”  She took his arm. 

 

They walked to one of the many drink stations and Nick ordered a
champagne cocktail for Jodi and a soda water with a lime twist for himself.

 

 “Jodi?”  She turned to face the person calling her. 

 

“Chase.  How are you?” 

 

Nick approached with the drinks in hand.  Jodi took her drink and then
made the introductions.  “Nick.  This is Chase Miller.  A very old
friend.  Chase, this is Nick Fallin, another very old friend.” 

 

“Is that Fallin, of Fallin & Associates?” he asked. 

 

“That’s right.”  Nick gave him a quizzical look.  The guy was very
attractive.  Even Nick noticed.  And there seemed to be some past
history between the two of them.  For a fleeting second, he was almost
jealous.

 

“Have you moved back to the city?” Chase asked, hopefully.

 

“No.  I’m still in New York.” 

 

“Well, I still get to New York occasionally.  I’ll be sure and look you
up next time I’m in town.”

 

“Okay, do that.” 

 

“Well, I guess I’d better get back to my group.”  Turning to Nick, he
said, “Nice to meet you, Nick.  See you later, Jodi.”  Her eyes followed
him as he walked away.

 

“So…it’s been a productive visit back home…seeing two ‘old’ friends.” 
He sipped his drink.

 

“If I didn’t know better, Nick Fallin, I would think you’re a little
jealous.”

 

“Why would that be, since there isn’t now, nor has there ever been,
anything between us?” 

 

“Right.”  She smiled confidently and reached up, kissing him on the cheek. 

 

They walked arm in arm towards the table that Jake had secured for
them.  As they were being seated, Barbara commented, “There’s Lulu and
Brian.”  She began to wave, finally getting their attention.

 

Nick looked up as they approached.  He noticed his heart pounding wildly
in his chest.  He hoped it wasn’t obvious.  Lulu was a vision in her
black strapless gown with her black hair curled and pinned-up on top of
her head.  He had no idea they would be here or he would probably have
made his excuses. 

 

Nick hadn’t yet taken his seat so he remained standing while Jake made
the introductions. 

 

“You guys wanna sit with us?” Jake asked. 

 

“Yeah, sure,” Brian answered.  Once Lulu was seated, Nick took his seat. 

 

The next hour was excruciating for Nick.  He half-listened as Brian
prattled on about his work and the renovations they were making on their
new house. 

 

At one point, Jodi leaned over and whispered in his ear.  “You’re sure
quiet.” 

 

He forced a grin and then looked down at his plate, shoving a morsel of
food around nervously with his fork. 

 

Finally the plates were cleared and a few announcements were made
regarding the success of the fund-raiser.  Then all were invited to
dance as the band members took their places.

 

Nick was surprised when Brian made the first move to dance. 

 

“Jodi, would you like to dance?” 

 

She glanced at Nick who looked, in turn, at Lulu.  She then stood and
took his hand.  “Why not.  Somebody’s got to get this started.”  They
were one of only three couples dancing at the time.

 

Nick watched as they danced, talking all the while.  He noted that Brian
was a fairly good dancer.  He suddenly felt as though someone was
watching him and turned to find Lulu eyeing him.

 

He nodded his head towards the dance floor and she nodded back. 

 

Nervously, he stood and assisted Lulu with her chair then escorted her
to the dance floor.  He swept her into his arms and they swayed to the
music.  He was sure she could hear his heart beating; it was thumping so
hard in his chest. 

 

She moved her hand to the nape of his neck and he swallowed hard.  She
moved closer.  He rested his chin gently on her head as she nuzzled
close.  He could feel her breath on his neck.  He tightened his grip
around her waist and felt her body move as one with his.  Suddenly, he
realized the music had stopped.  He pulled away, awkwardly, and followed
Lulu back to the table. 

 

The next slow dance, Nick danced with Jodi. 

 

“Lulu seems nice.”

 

“Yeah,” he answered, as she kissed him on the neck.  

 

“How do you know her?”

 

“We work together at Legal Services.”

 

“Legal Services?”

 

He pulled away enough to look into her eyes.  “Remind me to tell you
about it.”

 

The evening progressed.  Nick met other partners from the Morris firm
and his dad introduced him to some of the local political leaders he knew. 

 

Lulu and Brian left around 10:00 o’clock.  Brian had to be at the
hospital for the 11:00 o’clock shift.  It was probably closer to
midnight when Nick and Jodi decided to take their leave.  Burton had
long since called it a night but Jake and Barbara were going strong.

 

On the way home, Jodi turned to Nick and said, “You were going to tell
me about Legal Services.” 

 

He licked his lips as he glanced at her.  “I was busted for drugs about
a year ago.”

 

“Okay,” she said, waiting. 

 

“I was sentenced to 1500 hours of community service.  I’m working that
off at Legal Services.  Lulu also works there, but she’s getting paid.” 
He grinned, sheepishly. 

 

“Almost everyone I know has done drugs at one time or another.”

 

“You?”  Nick asked, facing her.

 

“I tried it but haven’t done drugs in a couple years now.  Never got
caught.  So, you and Lulu have a thing?”

 

“No.”  He looked at her with wrinkled brow.  “What makes you ask?”

 

“You’re so transparent, Nick.  I expected any minute, tonight, that
Brian would punch you out, it was so obvious.” 

 

Nick stared straight ahead.  “There’s nothing between us,” he insisted.

 

Nick pulled up to the curb behind Jodi’s Mercedes and turned the engine
off.  He sat motionless for a moment. 

 

“It’s late.  You should stay over and drive home in the morning,” he
said, looking at Jodi. 

 

She reached out and stroked his face, gently.  “Nick.  I had planned to
do just that but… you don’t really want me tonight and I’m not that
hard-up, yet, to force my affections on anyone who doesn’t share my
enthusiasm.”  She turned his face to kiss him gently on the lips.

 

She opened the car door and started to alight.  Nick exited his side and
stood waiting at the front of his car.  She walked to her car and opened
the door.  Before getting in, she paused.  Nick stepped forward. 
Placing his hands on her shoulders, he slowly turned her around to face
him. 

 

“There’s nothing between me and Lulu.  You just have to trust me on that.”

 

She looked deeply and sadly into Nick’s eyes.  “More’s the pity, then,
Nick.  You two should be together.  Tonight I just don’t want to play
second fiddle.”

 

She settled into the driver’s seat and Nick carefully closed the door. 
He waited until she was out of sight before he trudged up the steps. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

It was Monday morning.  Nick made an early morning stop at Legal
Services, as he generally did, before heading for his office at Fallin &
Associates.  He glanced into Lulu’s office as he passed on his way to
see Alvin.

 

“Nick,” she called after him. 

 

He stopped, then turned and went to her office and stood in the doorway. 

 

“Nick.  Come in and close the door.” 

 

Standing near the door, he waited for her to say what she wanted.  She
nervously got up from her desk and walked to the tiny window. 

 

“Did you have a nice time at the Benefit?” she asked, still facing the
window.

 

“Yeah, I guess.  It was nice.”  Lulu didn’t say anything.  Nick finally
asked, “What is it?”  She sniffled. 

 

He placed his briefcase in the chair and walked over to her.  He put his
hands on her shoulders and turned her around.  She brushed a tear from
her cheek and tried to duck her head.  He took her chin and raised her
head. 

 

“What’s this all about?”  He asked.

 

“I feel like an idiot.”

 

“What?”  He asked, puzzled. 

 

She did not answer. 

 

“Lulu, tell me what’s wrong.”  With an uncontrollable urge to comfort
her, he pulled her slightly towards him.  She looked into his eyes,
pleadingly.  He leaned over and tenderly kissed her and when she
responded, he kissed her again, passionately.  At that very moment, they
both heard a knock on her door and quickly separated only to find Alvin
staring, open-mouthed and speechless.

 

Nick nervously licked his lips and ran his hand over the back of his
head.  He then stood, defiantly, with his hands on his hips.  Lulu
smoothed her hair and looked at the floor.

 

Alvin closed the door as he left the room.  He stood for a moment
outside the door, trying to make sense of what had just happened, and
then returned to his office. 

 

In a few minutes, his door opened and Nick stood in the doorway.  He
came in, shut the door and sat down heavily in the chair, his elbows
resting on his knees, his head bowed.

 

“Do you have a problem controlling yourself, Mr. Fallin?”  Alvin asked,
venomously.  “I guess it doesn’t mean anything to you that Lulu’s a
married woman.” 

 

“It’s not what you think,” Nick tried to explain.

 

“I ‘think’ I saw you kissing a married woman; what’s more, an associate
of yours.  Are you gonna tell me I didn’t see what I saw?”  When Nick
didn’t say anything, he continued, “You had better put an end to this,
right now, or you’ll have to do your community service somewhere else. 
I have a clinic to run.”

 

Nick couldn’t believe the messes he could get himself into.  Alvin was
right.  What he had done was wrong.  No matter what their feelings were
for each other, it was still a fact that Lulu was a married woman. 

 

“Alvin.  You’re right.  Consider it done.”  He got up and started for
the door.

 

“Nick.”  He turned to face Alvin.  “Do you have to ‘bed’ every woman you
meet?  What…you don’t have enough women in your stables?” 

 

Nick glared back at him.  Alvin’s comments were uncalled for and not
worthy of a response.  He turned his back and walked out, slamming the
door behind him.

 

He went straight to the elevator.  He turned when he heard Lulu call his
name from the doorway of her office.  The elevator arrived and he
stepped into it without a word.  Lulu watched as he disappeared behind
the elevator doors.

 

Maybe Alvin was right.  Maybe his sexual appetite was insatiable.  But,
he never forced himself on anyone.  Usually it was the other way
around.  All he knew for sure was, in a few short days, he had left two
women upset and Alvin pissed as hell.  Something had to change.

 

~~~//~~~

 

When Nick got to the office, there was an urgent message for him to call
Lulu.  He crumpled it in his hand.  Then, reluctantly, he reached for
the phone.

 

“Barbara.  Can you transfer me to Lulu?” 

 

“Sure, Nick.” 

 

“Mrs. Olsen.  How may I help you?”

 

Nick was momentarily taken aback by the ‘Mrs. Olsen’; a not so subtle
reminder that Lulu was a married woman.

 

Lulu repeated, “May I help you?”

 

“Lulu.  It’s Nick.  You wanted me to call?”

 

Her voice softened.  “Oh, yes, Nick.  I…I really want to talk to you. 
Can we get together after work?”

 

After a long pause, Nick replied, “Do you think this is a good idea, Lulu?”

 

“I need to see you, Nick,” Lulu said, unyielding.

 

“Okay.  Okay.  Where?”   Nick agrees, knowing in his heart it is wrong.

 

“Do you know McGuire’s, on Forbes Avenue?”

 

“I’ve heard of it.” 

 

“What about 7:00?”

 

“Okay.”  Lulu disconnected.  Nick slowly replaced the receiver and
leaned back in his chair, deep in thought.

 

~~~//~~~

 

He pulled up in the parking lot at McGuire’s at 6:45.  Lulu had not yet
arrived.  As he entered the place, he noticed a handful of patrons,
mostly gathered at the bar.  They appeared to be regulars, chatting
familiarly with the bartender. 

 

Nick went to the back of the bar and settled into a booth with a clear
view of the entrance.  After a few moments, the barmaid came from
somewhere in the back to take his order.

 

“What can I get ya, Mister?”  She was a big, brassy woman; probably in
her 30s but looked 40-ish.  Nick guessed at one time she might have been
attractive. 

 

“I’ll have a soda water with a twist.” 

 

“You’re kiddin’, right?”  She put her hands on her hips. 

 

“What?  You don’t sell soda water in here?”  Nick wrinkled his brow.  He
didn’t usually have to argue to get a simple drink.

 

“This is a drinkin’ establishment, Mister.” 

 

“Okay.”  He paused, trying to maintain his temper.  “And I want to
‘drink’ soda water.”

 

“You got it.”  She turned and stalked off.

 

Nick wondered how in the world Lulu knew about this place.  It didn’t
seem like the kind of place she would patronize. He glanced at his watch
to see how much longer he would have to wait and about the same time
caught a glimpse of Lulu, entering the bar.

 

She saw him almost immediately.  “Thanks for coming, Nick,” she said, as
she slipped into the booth.

 

Nick couldn’t resist asking, “How do you know about this place?”

 

“Oh, I’ve just driven by it a few times.  Why?”

 

“So you’ve never been in here before?”

 

“No.  Something wrong?”

 

He just laughed and shook his head.  About this time, he noticed the
barmaid approaching with his drink.  He stiffened.

 

“Here ya go, Mister.”  She set the drink in front of him.

 

“What can I get for you, Missy?”  Lulu glanced at Nick and grinned.

 

“I’ll have whatever you have on tap, thank you.”

 

She nodded and looked menacingly at Nick.  “Anything else?”

 

Nick looked at Lulu.  She shook her head.  He looked at the barmaid and
said, “No, thank you.”  She returned almost immediately with the beer
and then disappeared again into the backroom.

 

Lulu snickered.  “Do you suppose she’s the bouncer, too?”

 

“I wouldn’t want to tangle with her.”  Nick took a sip of his drink.  He
leaned back in the booth, waiting for Lulu to start the conversation.

 

“I guess you’re wondering why I asked you to meet me.”

 

He nodded his head, slightly. 

 

“I know Alvin jumped all over you for today.  I’m sorry.  That was all
my fault.” 

 

“He’s right, Lulu.  You are married and I had no right to do what I did.”

 

“Married.  Yeah.  I guess…I just thought it would be different, is all.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“I guess I don’t know what I mean.  I feel dead inside.  I dread going
home at night.”

 

“Does Brian know how you feel?”

 

“If he does, he hasn’t said anything.  We never talk.” 

 

“Lulu, why are you talking to me about this?  I’m probably not the right
person to give you advice about marriage.  Maybe you need to see a
marriage counselor, or something.”

 

“I’m talking to you, Nick, because I…I think I’m in love with you.”  She
fixed her eyes on him. 

 

Nick looked away, then down at the table, nervously fiddling with his
drink.   He was crushed.  He struggled to keep his emotions at bay.   He
didn’t want to show signs of weakness.  If anything, he had to keep his
head now. 

 

She reached out and touched his hand which was clutching his drink.  He
released the glass and let her hold his hand.  He finally returned her
gaze. 

 

“Nick, are you going to say anything?” 

 

“What’s there to say?  You ‘think’ you love me, yet you married someone
else.”  She could read the hurt in his eyes. “This is something you have
to work out with Brian.”  He gently eased his hand from her grasp and
took a sip of his drink.

 

“I’m not in love with Brian.”  She looked down at the table and began to
fiddle with her napkin. “I sometimes wonder if I ever really was.”

 

“Then, why the trip to Atlantic City?”  Nick was a little miffed that
Lulu was just now having these revelations. 

 

“It was Brian’s idea.  The wedding plans were just getting too much. 
And I thought if we just got it over with, I would feel better about the
whole thing.” 

 

“Why are you telling me this?”   He was fighting to keep his emotions in
check. 

 

“How do you feel, Nick?  About me?” she asked, tormented by her predicament.

 

He looked at her for a long moment before replying, “How I feel is not
important.  This is something you are going to have to work out with
Brian.  I shouldn’t be any part of your decision.”

 

“But, Nick….”

 

He raised his hand to stop her.  “Lulu.  This is something you’re gonna
have to do on your own.  I’m not gonna be able to help you.”

 

“I see,” she said, disappointedly.  “I’m sorry I troubled you, Nick.” 
She fumbled in her purse for the money to pay for her beer. 

 

“I got it,” Nick said, when he realized what she was doing. 

 

She quickly made her exit.  Nick sat for several minutes trying to come
to grips with what had just happened.  He finally ran his hand through
his hair.  Dropping the money on the table for the drinks, he left the
bar. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

A little more than a week had passed since the showdown at the bar with
Lulu.  She had made every effort to avoid him, since that day.  Nick had
no idea what was going on between her and Brian. 

 

He stopped in The Incline for a quick lunch before his next court
appearance, which was at 2:00 o’clock.  He was reviewing the case file,
between bites, when he realized someone was standing at his table.  When
he glanced up he found it was Kate. 

 

“What is it?”  He asked. 

 

She scooted into the booth, facing him.  He scowled. 

 

“I don’t much like eating lunch alone.  Do you mind if I join you?” 

 

Well, she had already ensconced herself in the booth.  What was he to
say?  “Okay, sure.”

 

The waitress appeared and Kate ordered a small salad and coffee. 

 

Nick returned his legal pad to his briefcase then gobbled down the
remaining fries and wiped his mouth with his napkin, placing it next to
his plate.   He took a long swig from his water glass.

 

“I saw you at the Benefit the other night.” 

 

“Oh?  Why didn’t you say hello?” 

 

“I didn’t stay long.  I had to get home to relieve the babysitter.”

 

“I didn’t know you had kids.”

 

“Just one.  A little boy.  He’s three.” 

 

“And your husband?”  Nick was curious now.  This was information he had
never known about Kate. 

 

“Well, we’re divorced.  Six months, now.”

 

“Oh, sorry.” 

 

“Nothing to be sorry about.  Things started downhill right after we
married,” she said, matter-of-factly.  “Nick, would you like to have a
drink after work tonight?” 

 

“Uh…I don’t know, Kate.  What about your son?”

 

“Oh, Allen’s picking him up from day-care this afternoon.  It’s his
weekend.” 

 

Nick figured there was no harm in having a drink so he agreed.

 

~~~//~~~

 

As he entered The Incline at 7:30, he immediately eyed Kate in a
secluded booth near the rear of the bar.  He glanced around to see if
there was anyone else he recognized.  There wasn’t. 

 

He removed his overcoat and hung it on the coat rack nearby.  “Hi,” he
said as he slipped into the booth.  “Been here long?”

 

“No, I guess maybe 10 minutes.” 

 

“Have you had dinner?”

 

“No.”

 

“Well, why don’t we order?  That burger I had at lunch left me long
ago.”  He grinned. 

 

“Okay.” 

 

When the waitress arrived at their table they ordered dinner and Nick
ordered coffee to drink. 

 

Throughout dinner the conversation had been light and amusing.  Kate was
really a lot more fun than he thought she would be.  He was definitely
seeing another side of her.  She didn’t mind talking about herself.  He
learned all about the failed marriage, where she’d gone to college, her
up-bringing.  He was less forthcoming, guarding his life’s secrets
jealously.

 

It was well after 10:00 o’clock when they left the bar.  Kate had parked
in the lot next to The Incline.  Nick escorted her to the car. 

 

As she opened her car door, she said, “Thanks, Nick.  I really enjoyed
the evening.  It isn’t very often I get a chance to spend an evening
with an adult, these days.”

 

Nick forced a quick grin and nodded.  “See ya.”

 

As he turned to leave, Kate said, “Nick?”

 

He turned back and she continued, “I don’t live but a couple miles from
here.  Would you like to come over for a bit?”

 

He was stunned at first.  He couldn’t get his voice to respond.

 

She repeated, “Just for a bit.” 

 

“Okay.  Okay.  Just for a little while.  I’m parked at the Firm.”

 

“Hop in.  I’ll give you a lift to your car and you can follow me.”

 

He reluctantly got in the car. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

The house was in an upscale neighborhood yet within easy access to
downtown Pittsburgh.  Kate pulled into the driveway while Nick parked on
the street in front of the house next door.  He didn’t want to be too
obvious.

 

He met Kate at the front door.  The house was very homey, decorated in
pastels which seemed to suit her. 

 

“Take your coat off, Nick.  I’ll get us something to drink.”

 

He removed his overcoat and draped it over the back of a chair near the
door.  He checked out several family photos displayed on the mantel. 

 

Kate returned and handed him a glass of wine.  He pointed to the small
boy in one of the pictures.  “Your son?”

 

“Yeah.  That’s Ricky.  He was about one there.” 

 

She turned on a small lamp next to the sofa and turned off all the other
lights and fired up the gas logs in the fireplace.  Kicking off her
shoes, she curled up on one end of the sofa. 

 

“Have a seat, Nick.  I won’t bite, really.”

 

He seated himself on the other end of the sofa. 

 

“You have a nice home.”  He was trying desperately to make small talk. 
He knew inevitably where this evening would lead and he wasn’t sure he
wanted to go there. 

 

“We bought this house right after we got married.  I was glad when Allen
didn’t insist that we sell it when we divorced.  This is the only place
my son has known.  I think it’s important to give children a sense of
their own place.”  

 

Nick could attest to that.  He had wanted desperately to be a part of a
regular family like many of his grade-school chums.   Instead, his
father was never home and then his mother died and he spent his
impressionable teen years in one boarding school after another. 

 

“Let me get you another drink.”  She took his empty glass before he
could protest. 

 

When she returned she placed the glasses on the coffee table and then
sat next to him on the sofa, half facing him.  She reached to untie his
tie.  He put his hand over hers.  At that moment he was trying to think
of a way to extricate himself from this situation. 

 

“No strings attached,” she said softly.  “I need someone tonight and you
look like a man who needs someone, too.”  He reluctantly removed his
hand.  She continued untying his tie which he stuffed in his jacket
pocket.  She then started slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  She peeled it
back and ran her hands over his bare chest.  A gasp caught in his
throat.  She kissed him on the cheek and then found his mouth.  He
kissed her back. 

 

She stood, pulling him up, and led him to the bedroom.  The only light
in the room was emanating from the bathroom; the door partially ajar. 

 

She shut the door behind Nick then slowly removed his suit jacket and
laid it carefully over a chair.  She backed him up against the door and
started kissing his bare chest, as she tugged his shirttail free. 
Yanking off her suit jacket, she tossed it carelessly on the floor
beside the bed. 

 

She then started unbuttoning her blouse.  Nick moved her hands and
continued the process, while she unbuckled his belt and fumbled with the
button on his pants.  By this time, Nick was becoming aroused.  He took
Kate’s head in his hands and kissed her on the lips.  She kissed him
back, putting her arms around him and pulling him close. 

 

She led him to the edge of the bed and threw back the covers.  He
removed her blouse and in another moment her skirt slipped to the
floor.  She quickly removed her stockings while he removed his shoes and
socks and then his trousers.  He stood before her with the front of his
boxers bulging with his desire.  He stepped closer and deftly removed
her bra.  He cupped her firm breasts in his hands, circling the nipples
with his thumbs.  She had her arms around him and pulled him near,
feeling his passion between them.  He slipped her panties off and gently
laid her on the bed.  Quickly removing his shorts, he lay down beside her. 

 

As he caressed her body, she spoke, breathlessly, “Nick.  It’s been so
long since I’ve been with a man.”

 

He tenderly nibbled at her nipple then flicked it with his tongue.  Her
body was moving beneath his caresses.  She reached and found his manhood
and began stroking, rhythmically.  It was Nick’s turn to gasp.  It had
been awhile since he’d been with a woman.  In his mind, he justified his
presence in Kate’s bed as a mutual servicing pact. 

 

Kate turned to the bedside chest and fished in the top drawer.  She
presented a condom to Nick which he quickly put on. 

 

She straddled him and slowly mounted his shaft.  She rocked back and
forth and up and down, bringing him ever closer to climax.  He finally
held her steady and slowing rolled her over.  She was beneath him now
and he began his slow and methodical thrusts to bring them both to
climax together.  Her hips rose with his every thrust.  Her breathing
became ragged and shallow.   He quickened his pace on the last several
thrusts and, together, they exploded in orgasm.  For a few moments, they
held each other tightly, as their bodies released all their pent-up
sexual energies. 

 

Nick carefully withdrew and rolled onto his back.  Kate reached over on
the bedside table for two tissues which she handed to Nick.  He removed
the condom, tossing it into the wastebasket beside the bed. 

 

They snuggled.

 

~~~//~~~

 

Nick didn’t realize he had fallen asleep until the next morning, when
the rays of the morning light peeked in around the curtains.  Kate had
already risen but he could hear her in the bathroom.  He tucked his arm
behind his head and waited.  She appeared in the bathroom doorway, clad
only in her robe.

 

“So, you’re awake, sleepy-head.” 

 

Suddenly there was a commotion in the living room.  Nick sat upright in
bed. 

 

“Oh, my God!  That’s Allen and Ricky,” she said. 

 

Nick quickly pulled on his boxers and trousers and was putting on his
shirt when the bedroom door was flung open. 

 

“Mommy.  Mommy.” Ricky said, running to his mother.  “Daddy’s gonna take
me to the mountains.” 

 

Kate stooped to hug her boy.  Looming in the bedroom door was Allen,
with a scowl on his face. 

 

“And, who are you?”  He asked, venomously. 

 

Nick was at a loss for words. 

 

“Come on, Ricky.  Let’s go into the living room.”  Kate steered her son
out the door.  “Allen!  The living room!”  She pulled the bedroom door
closed behind her. 

 

Nick quickly finished dressing.  He could hear shouting in the living
room. 

 

Fully dressed, with the exception of his tie which remained crumpled in
his jacket pocket, he walked into the living room. 

 

The room went silent as he entered. 

 

“I think you should get the fuck out of my house,” Allen barked, angrily.

 

“Allen!  Watch your language!  And it’s not ‘your’ house.”  She looked
at Nick and said softly, “You’d better go.”

 

“Will you be okay?” he asked, cutting his eyes at Allen.

 

“Yeah,” she said, resigned to her fate.

 

Nick picked up his overcoat from the chair and opened the front door. 
He glanced back and then went out, slowly pulling it closed behind him. 
Just outside the door he waited for the shouting to start again.  It
remained quiet. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

Nick didn’t see Kate again until the following Tuesday when he ran into
her in the courthouse corridor.  She was in a conversation with Laurie
and Lulu. 

 

He called to her.  “Kate.  Can I see you a moment.”  He walked to an
alcove near the stairs where Kate joined him.  Over her shoulder, he
could see that Lulu was looking their way.

 

“Are you all right?”  He asked, concerned. 

 

“Yeah.  Allen’s all bark and no bite.  He’s never been violent.  But, it
is probably gonna affect my custody case.”

 

“Custody?” 

 

“Yeah.  Allen’s trying to get custody of Ricky.”

 

“How can he do that?” 

 

“He claims, with the hours I work, I don’t have the time to spend with
Ricky.  And now, the other night will just add fuel to the fire.  He’ll
claim I’m unfit, sleeping around and all that.”  She was obviously
distressed about the situation.  “Of all days, I didn’t pack Ricky’s
heavy coat and they were going to the mountains.  Allen came by the
house for Ricky’s big coat.”

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“It’s not your fault, Nick.  I pretty much seduced you.” 

 

“I should never have…” he ran his hand down the back of his head in an
act of frustration.

 

“Nick,” she interrupted him.  “Please!  I don’t regret a moment.  Now,
don’t worry.  I’ve got a good lawyer.”  She placed her hand on his arm
to reassure him. 

 

“Who?” Nick asked.

 

“What?”

 

“Your lawyer.  Who is it?”  Nick prodded. 

 

“Oh.  Bradford Glover.” 

 

Nick noticed over her shoulder that Lulu had finished her conversation
with Laurie and was on her way to join them. 

 

“Kate.  I really need to go.  Let me know how it goes.”  He hurried away
just as Lulu approached.

 

“What was that all about?  Nick seemed upset.” 

 

“Yeah.  It’s just a case,” Kate lied.

 

“Oh yeah?  Which one?” Lulu asked, curiously.

 

Kate glared at her.  “Lulu.  I’d rather not say.  Okay?”

 

“Sure.  Whatever you say.” 

 

“Listen, Lulu.  I’ve gotta run for now.  Talk to you later.”

 

She left Lulu standing, puzzled, feeling totally out of the loop.

 

~~~//~~~

 

Back at the office, Nick paused to reflect on Kate’s situation.  He
picked up the phone and rang for Michelle.

 

“Michelle.  Get me Brad Glover on the phone.”

 

“Yes sir, Mr. Fallin.” 

 

Nick returned the phone to its cradle.  He didn’t really know what he
hoped to gain by talking with Brad.  But, he had to do something.

 

He had begun to review a contract on his desk when the phone rang.

 

Jerking up the phone, he answered, “Nick Fallin.” 

 

“Nick.  Brad here.  You called?”

 

“Yeah.  Can you meet me at the Common Pleas tonight, around 6:30?” 

 

“I don’t know, Nick.  What’s this about?”

 

“Something I can’t discuss over the phone.” 

 

“Okay, 6:30 it is.”

 

~~~//~~~

 

The Common Pleas was a cozy little pub just down from the Allegheny
County Courthouse and frequented mostly by lawyers and clerks who spent
most of their time at the courthouse.

 

At 6:25, Nick walked into the bar and looking around he found Brad
sitting with another lawyer near the back.  He started walking to the
rear and saw Brad wave, in recognition. 

 

With a casual nod at Nick, the other lawyer got up and excused himself. 
Retreating to a stool at the bar, he said, “Nick.  How’s it goin’?” 

 

“Fine, Joe.  And you?” 

 

“Great.” 

 

“Brad, thanks for meeting me,” Nick said, as he slipped into the booth. 
The barmaid was immediately there.  “Oh, nothing for me thanks.”

 

“What’s so urgent, Nick.” 

 

With arms on the table, Nick leaned in close, keeping his voice low. 
“You’re handling a custody case for Kate Shaw.” 

 

“Yeah.  How’d you know?”

 

“She told me.”

 

“So?”

 

“How does her case look?”

 

He grinned.  “You know, Nick, I can’t discuss my client’s case with you.” 

 

“Yeah.”  He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair.  “Well,
here’s the thing.”  There was a long pause while Nick tried to decide
how best to say what he needed to say. 

 

“Nick?” 

 

“Uh…yeah…  Her ex caught us in a compromising situation the other day. 
I think it might hurt her case.”

 

“I see.  She did mention the incident but didn’t say it was you.  Wow,
Nick.  You and Kate Shaw.  I would never have figured that one.”  He
smiled. 

 

“Do you think it will hurt her case?”

 

“It just might.  It’s hard to say in custody cases.  A lot of times, it
depends on the judge.  You know that.”

 

“Who is the ex’s lawyer?”

 

“Clint Abbott.” He saw a smile cross Nick’s lips.  “You know him?”

 

“Oh, yeah.  Hey, we never had this conversation, okay?  Listen.  Thanks,
man.” 

 

“Sure, Nick.” 

 

Nick got up and exited just as quickly as he had arrived. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

He pulled up in the back alley and looked around before exiting the
car.  Cautiously he mounted the long flight of stairs and rapped a
cadence on the door.

 

“Who is it?”

 

“Colin, it’s Nick.”

 

Colin opened the door a crack and peered out. 

 

“Let me in,” Nick said, as he pushed past him and into the room. 
Tonight there were a couple of girls lolling on the sofa and he could
hear some activity going on in the back room; a relatively quiet night
at Colin’s place. 

 

“What is it?”  Colin asked, blankly.

 

“I need to talk with you.”  He motioned towards the balcony. 

 

Outside, on the balcony, Nick leaned against the railing. 

 

“Okay, Nick.  You want to tell me what this is all about?”

 

“Do you still see Clint Abbott?”

 

“Who wants to know?”

 

“Let’s not play games, Colin.  Just answer the question.”  Nick sounded
menacing.  When Colin didn’t respond, Nick walked over to him and got
right in his face.  “I’m waiting.” 

 

Colin threw up his hands and half-cringed against the wall.  He wasn’t
sure what Nick was capable of doing, but he didn’t want to be on the
receiving end of it.  “Okay.  Okay.  Yeah.  He still comes in here about
once a week.”

 

“Thanks.”  Nick reached for the door. 

 

“Nick.  I wouldn’t even think about getting the cops involved if I were
you.  It could turn out to be very unhealthy for you.”

 

“Don’t worry.  I’m not planning to spoil your little party.”  He pushed
open the door and walked through the apartment and out the main door. 

 

Colin decided then and there he had to keep an eye on Nick.  He could be
dangerous. 

 

~~~//~~~

 

Nick rode the elevator to the 10^th floor and found Suite 1005--Spenser
& Williams, LLP. 

 

“Nick Fallin to see Clint Abbott.” 

 

“One moment, sir.”  Nick turned and looked around, admiringly, at the
plush office décor, as the receptionist punched a button and spoke into
the phone.  “Mr. Fallin to see Mr. Abbott.  Okay.” 

 

“Mr. Fallin?”  Nick returned to the reception desk.  “Mr. Abbott’s
assistant will be right out.  You may have a seat.”  He nodded and
settled into one of the comfortable chairs. 

 

“Mr. Fallin?”  He looked up to see a young woman walking towards him
with her hand extended. 

 

He stood and they shook hands. 

 

“Mr. Abbott will see you now.  Sorry you had to wait.”  As they walked
down the corridor, she asked, “Can I get you something to drink?  Coffee
perhaps?  A soft drink?” 

 

“No, nothing, thank you.” 

 

“Here we are.”  She knocked once and opened the door.  Once he was fully
inside, she closed the door behind him.

 

“Nick.”  Clint rose and came around his desk to shake hands.  “I haven’t
seen you lately.  You doing all right?”

 

“Just fine.” 

 

“Please.  Have a seat.”  Clint returned to his chair.  “So what can I do
for you?  It must be important.”

 

“Yeah, it is important.  You have a client by the name of Allen
Shaw—child custody case.”

 

“That’s right.  How’d you know?”

 

“His ex is a personal friend of mine.”

 

“I see.  Well, you know Nick I can’t discuss the facts of the case with
you.”

 

Nick smiled broadly.  “You have a pretty nice set-up here.”  He looked
around the office.  He also noticed the family photo, obviously that of
Clint’s wife and kids, on the credenza. 

 

“Yeah.  I’m doing okay.  What’s going on, Nick?  What is it you want
from me?”

 

“You need to convince your client he should drop the custody suit.” 
Nick narrowed his eyes and glared directly at Clint. 

 

“That sounded a lot like a threat, Nick.”  Clint’s expression had
suddenly sobered.

 

“No.  I’d just hate to see you face what I had to.  You have a lot more
to lose than I did.”  He glanced at the photo on the credenza. 

 

“I don’t believe you’d do it,” Clint said, defiantly. 

 

Nick stood up and placing his hand on the desk, he said, coldly, “I
wouldn’t count on it.”

 

He opened the door and glanced back before shutting it behind him. 
Clint walked to his picture window.  He had a great view of the
Allegheny River from his office.  He had a beautiful wife and two great
kids.  He did have a lot to lose.  He squeezed his head between his
hands.  He didn’t have a choice.

 

~~~//~~~

 

Four days later Nick ran into Kate at Legal Services, as he exited the
elevator.  She was just leaving Lulu’s office. 

 

“Nick, can I talk to you for a sec?”  They walked to the meeting room
and closed the door. 

 

She was smiling.  “I don’t know why, but Allen’s dropped his custody suit.”

 

Nick forced a weak smile.  “Good.” 

 

He had his hand on the door knob, preparing to leave when Kate said, “I
don’t suppose you’d like to have a drink after work?”

 

After a moment, fumbling for words, he said, “Uh…it…it’s nothing
personal, Kate, but…”

 

“That’s okay, Nick.  I understand.  Too much baggage.”  She reached up
and tenderly touched Nick’s cheek.  He felt himself flush.  He dropped
his hands to his side.

 

Kate moved past him and quietly left the room.   Nick turned to the
window and put his hands in his pockets.  He stood, reflecting, as he
stared out the window. 

 

“Nick.”  He spun around, at the sound of a familiar voice, to find Lulu
standing in the doorway.  He quickly averted his eyes lest he betray his
feelings of the moment.  “Are you all right?” Lulu continued.

 

“Yeah,” he said, breathlessly, trying to regain his emotional
equilibrium.  “Why do you ask?”

 

“You just seem a little…”

 

“Yeah,” he quickly replied when she couldn’t find the words. 

 

“Kate says it’s about a case.”

 

“Oh, yeah.  A case.”  He put his hands on his hips.  “Everything’s
fine.”  He managed a feeble smile.

 

“Good.”  She smiled a broad smile then turned and walked away. 

 

Nick breathed a sigh of relief. 

 

“Oh, Nick.  There you are.”  Nick looked up to find Alvin in the
doorway.  “You got a minute?  I’ve got another case for you.” 

 

“Sure,” he said, and followed Alvin to his office.

 

~~~~~~

THE END