MasukNicoleThe best gossip in any building happens in the ladies' room, and I was in a stall when I heard mine.I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I had gone in to splash cold water on my face and I had just locked the door when two women came in laughing, and one of them said, in a whisper "Did you hear about the coffee?"I became very calm"What coffee?""You didn't? The mailroom boy told me. The CEO sent her a coffee. Personally. Not an assistant, *him,* he gave the order himself and she sent it back.""Never.""Sealed. With a *note.*""What did the note say?""Something legal. He didn't read it, but his expression changed so much that his assistant was terrified.""His expression changed?*""That's what I said!"I stood in my stall with one hand pressed flat against the cold metal door and the other one clenched."I'm just saying," the second woman said. "It's a lot. He cancelled his ten o'clock for that and the hearing? Somebody in the gallery said he sat there like a statue, and then he fo
KaiMy mother set the table herself, which should have been my first warning.She never did. There were people for that, but when I walked into the dining room that Sunday, she was standing at the head of it, straightening a fork by a single millimeter, and she looked up at me with eyes that said, *run.*I didn't run. I'm Russo. We don't run, we sit down and get eaten."Kai." My father didn't get up. He sat at the far end of the long mahogany table with a glass of red wine, in the same carved chair he'd occupied since before I could walk, and he smiled with his mouth only. "Punctual. Good. Your sister's already here."Summer was on his right, in a cream blouse, with her hair pinned up. She lifted her hand in a small wave without quite meeting my eyes.Same as at the Walkers'.I sat. A maid I didn't recognize poured my wine. The room was exactly as I remembered it, the heavy drapes, the chandelier, the portraits of dead Russo men glaring at the soup. I'd watched a girl in a gray unifor
Chapter 37NicoleI saw him on the courthouse steps, and for a second the world stopped.I was walking out with my file under my arm, still shaking from the corridor, still pretending my hand wasn't trembling on my bag. I had just stood too close to a man and almost done something very stupid with my eyes.And then there was a boy.He couldn't have been more than nineteen. He was standing at the bottom of the steps with a cardboard coffee tray, probably someone's intern, in a rumpled white shirt with the sleeves pushed up and no coat. Hair falling over his forehead. A way of standing with his weight on one hip, like the world was something he'd been asked to carry and hadn't quite agreed to. He turned his head to look up the street, and I saw the line of his jaw.It was Kai.Not *now* Kai, not the one in the charcoal suit with the cold eyes. The other one. The one in the garden at dusk, with soil on his knees, holding the hose and pretending he'd been told to water the roses.My breat
KaiShe almost won.That was what I couldn't stop thinking about, all the way down the stairs and along the gray stone corridor, with my hands in my pockets and my heartbeat doing something stupid. I don't know much about law but I know how a person sounds when they're about to finish a sentence, and I know how they sound when they stop.She'd stopped.Right in the middle of it. *This motion should be denied, and the claim dismissed...* She'd been rolling downhill, with the whole room leaning toward her like a field of wheat in the wind, and the old lawyer looking like a man watching his own house burn, and then, nothing. A breath. A cough. A turned page she didn't need and she had asked in a calm tone that she needed an extra thirty days.Thirty days. After *that.*Nobody else would have noticed it. The judge didn't or was the least concerned, but I'd been watching her for an hour, and I had watched her stand there in the cold with the light on her face, saying everything I'd neede
NicoleThe courtroom was freezing.I'd like to say I'd planned that, but even I can't control the heating in a municipal building. The radiator under the window hadn't worked since the last decade, the high ceiling swallowed whatever warmth anyone made, and everyone in the room was sitting with their coats on. The judge, a narrow woman with glasses on had a cold expression on her face It was perfect.I stood at the counsel table with my files in front of me and my pen laid across them at a precise angle, and I didn't look at the front row. I didn't need to. I knew where he was without looking back.Kai sat on a wooden bench built for smaller men, in a charcoal suit, with his hands folded and his back as straight as a rule. His jaw was set. His tie was perfect. He looked like a man who had been told to sit very still while a dentist explained the procedure. Every few minutes his eyes flicked to the clock above the door, and every time, I had this joy in me.He had come in person which
KaiThe notice arrived at nine-fifteen, in bold.*The Respondent's chief executive is required to attend in person.* There it was, in clean black font, with my name underneath.I read it once, standing at my desk with my coat still on, as I clenched my fists hard.It was petty. That was the first thing I thought. The delegate rule was clear, and every lawyer I'd ever hired had told me I could skip these things with a signature. She knew that. She'd put it in bold *because* she knew that. Somewhere on the thirty-first floor, a woman with a pen was imagining me in a cold courtroom with my watch in my hand, and she was *enjoying it.*I wanted to storm down there.Instead I sat down, loosened my tie, and thought about her laughing in a window.That's the problem with a picture like that. I'd seen her two nights before, through a pane of glass, with candlelight in her hair, and for the whole of that evening I had felt like a man who'd been handed a very beautiful photograph of a house he u







