“Free to do what? You know you can tell us,” she said, deliberately playful. Mallory wanted Lederman comfortable enough to reveal his secrets. The only reason she’d mentioned her father’s recent heart scare at all was to gain his trust with an open revelation of her own.
Though she’d never admitted it aloud, the incident had thrown her badly. Instead of reinforcing her need to make partner before her father suffered more severe health problems, Mallory had seen the importance of enjoying life. When she’d begun to realize that she wasn’t as fulfilled as she had thought she’d panicked and forced the issue from her mind, refusing to face her father’s mortality and her dissatisfaction with the life she’d chosen.
Until now.
With Jack now in the equation, the thought of returning to the empty life she led back home loomed ominously before her.
Lederman’s laughter boomed out in the quiet room. “See, I divulge my manly fantasies and she isn’t even listening. Should I be insulted?”
Mallory flushed, realizing she’d been so engrossed in an internal monologue, she’d forgotten to pay attention to the more important things going on around her.
Jack laughed along with him. “Not at all. Even if she’d heard, you could still face her in the morning. Mallory’s one of the boys.”
If not for the distinct regret she caught flickering across Jack’s face, she’d have reached across the table and strangled him in his seat. Mallory didn’t care if Jack’s statement had been made to solidify the bond and trust between the three of them.
No matter how good Jack’s reasons, his words stung, harsher than the frigid comments he’d made on day one. Because he hadn’t known her then, but he did now. More intimately than any other man ever had.
Or ever would again. She deliberately yanked her foot free from his hold, ignoring his icy glare.
“Ms. Sinclair?” The hostess stood by the edge of the table, portable phone in hand. “There’s a call for you. You can take it outside.” The young woman gestured to the balcony overlooking the water.
“Thank you.” Mallory accepted the phone. “I’ve been expecting this. It’s probably Rogers,” she said to Jack, without mentioning the words private investigator in front of Lederman.
She wanted to see what the P.I. had dug up on Mrs. Lederman first before they showed their hand to Paul. On a professional level Mallory agreed with Jack’s philosophy about never going into a case unprepared, yet her stomach cramped and she secretly hoped Rogers had come up empty. She hated the idea of digging for dirt on Mrs. Lederman, never mind how she’d feel if they actually found something useable.
At this moment, necessity didn’t make her job any more appealing. “If you gentleman will excuse me?” She rose from her seat and both men stood.
She’d catch up with Jack later and fill him in on the call. As to whether anything else transpired between them—well the next invitation was up to him.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JACK WATCHED Mallory’s retreat, regret clenching and unclenching his gut. Calling her one of the boys had been necessary, but one of the hardest things he’d ever done—because he knew how deep his words would wound her. There was nothing he could do about it now, so he turned back to Lederman.
“Come on, Paul, she’s gone. Now tell me what you’ve got going. I met up with Eva down at the gym. Now she’s hot.”
“She’s yesterday. You know that Nantucket deal I was telling you about?” He dropped his voice to a hushed tone.
Jack groaned. “Don’t tell me you’re buying a resort just to get an in with some woman.” He glanced out toward the large veranda-like porch where Mallory had gone and realized he’d buy a lot more than land just to keep her with him.
The more he learned about her past, the better he understood her. He respected her professional climb and he trusted her.
“What better way to retain control of the situation?” Lederman asked.
Jack sighed. Regardless if he could empathize with the concept Lederman had just broached, professionally the man was talking a suicide move. Paul was thinking but not with his brain.
“Look, say you hire me and I get you out of this marriage with most of your assets intact. Why would you go buying yourself a problem? Screw the woman if you have to and walk away. You’ve heard of sexual harassment. You buy the resort, you’re buying yourself major headaches.”
“This woman’s special.” The older man leaned forward in his seat. “And she understands me, something I don’t have now.”
“They’re all special in the beginning,” Jack said, repeating the same mantra he’d used on other clients embarking on an affair while embroiled in a messy divorce.
Only this time, a voice in his head he’d never heard before argued that maybe Lederman had a point. Maybe one woman could be special enough to make it worth risking everything for.
That’s when Jack knew, morning or not, he needed a stiff drink. Or an immediate getaway from the enclosed hotel atmosphere and the intensity of the feelings Mallory effortlessly invoked.
Lederman shook his head, his lips thinning in disappointment. “You’re too young to be so cynical. Maybe you need to get lucky yourself.”
Jack let out a laugh. Lederman would fall over in his chair if he knew how close Jack was to getting lucky. “You’re paying me to be cynical. Which reminds me, are we in or out as your divorce attorneys? Because much as I like it here, I can’t afford to lounge around much longer.”