Page 100 of Love in Fine Print

“Two days without getting that Vitamin D, and you look like you’ve been playing hide and seek with the sun.”

“Hide and seek with the sun?”

“You’re pale as a ghost.”

“Oh. Well, I was actually outside yesterday helping Miss B.” She’d asked me to pull some weeds in her front yard and prune the bushes to help with curb appeal because the realtor was going to be taking photos of the house.

Trevor sighed, the way he only ever did when I was completely missing the point, which rarely happened. “No, sweetie, vitamin D, as indick.”

“Trevor.” I glanced around, but the hallway was totally empty.

“Please, I know that you’ve been getting dicked down by your rocket man. You’ve been positively glowing since Christmas.”

I thought about denying it, but I was too weak. Plus, there was no point. And, I mean, technically, the man was my husband, and he had been dicking me down.

Trevor’s face was a little fuzzy, but I could see the look of concern and perhaps a little bit of disgust as he looked at me. “But, lovely, you are looking more clammy than glowy at the moment.”

“I’m not feeling great,” I admitted. “Thanks for the green juice.”

I lifted it to my mouth to take a drink and was shocked at how heavy the cup was. I closed my eyes as the paper straw touched my lips and concentrated on sucking hard enough to get the liquid into my mouth. It took a lot more effort than it should.

“I think we should ask for an extension. You look gray. And what’s going on with your hair?”

“My hair?” I set the cup down and touched my head. Instead of the usual silky softness that twice-a-month keratin treatments and quarterly Brazilian blowouts afforded me, I felt a knotted mess.

Holy shit. Had I forgotten to brush my hair? I had. The look of horror on my face must have revealed my revelation, because Trevor quickly grabbed my purse and pulled out a brush from inside of it.

I closed my eyes again and continued sipping my drink as he brushed out my hair. The next thing I knew, he was instructing me to pucker up my lips, and I felt gloss being applied. After he was done with that, I felt the soft sensation of brushes on my cheeks.

When he stopped, I opened my eyes again. “Well?”

His face was half-grimace half-smile. “I mean, you’re not going to win any beauty pageant, but you don’t look like an extra on The Walking Dead anymore.”

“Can you read over this report and summarize it for me?” I asked, then closed my eyes, and the next thing I knew, I heard Trevor saying my name.

“Vi, Vi!”

When I opened my eyes, he said, “It’s time. Did you get all that?”

No, I thought but nodded my head indicating I had.

It was go time. I pushed up to a standing position, and when I bent over to grab my bag, the hall started spinning, so I sat back down again.

“Olivia!” Concern registered in Trevor’s tone.

“I’m fine.” In over ten years of practicing, I’d never missed a court appearance yet. I did not plan on missing one now.

“Olivia?”

I heard my name again, and it wasn’t coming from Trevor. My lids were heavy as I blinked slowly and when I opened my eyes I saw Mr. Gibson standing in front of me.

“Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” I repeated the same thing I’d told Trevor. “I’ll meet you inside.”

I saw Mr. Gibson shoot Trevor a concerned look before glancing back at me and then heading inside the courtroom.

“Did anyone ever tell you you’re more stubborn than a mule?” Trevor asked.

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