Page 13 of My Silver Fox Savior

It did more than stick with me. It fueled me to want to become a social worker. It made me believe, on a deep and fundamental level, that I could make the world a better place by participating in society.

“I used to be very optimistic, didn’t I?”

“You must still be. Otherwise, why do any of this?”

He stares at me for a few moments. He looks almost pissed. It’s like he’s emanating resentment. “This is the first pro bono case I’ve worked on in almost five years,” he says.

“Oh,” I mutter, my head spinning unfairly. I just assumed he did this often. “Why?”

“Why?” he repeats, drumming his fingers on the table. “Why? My buddy and I started a divorce agency. I’ve been busy.”

“Divorce?” I say in shock.

I need to get a handle on my outraged, surprised, and naïve tone of voice. I’m speaking as though he is obligated always to be the same because I saw him as my knight as a kid. I’m talking like a mad woman, essentially.

“I know. It’s not exactly selfless. We saw a gap in the market. We had some contacts, and we took our chance. Now, we’re the top agency in the city. We deal with some of the richest and most well-known cases.”

“It’s an honest living,” I mutter.

He snorts. “Come on. Be honest.”

“What?”

He tilts his head at me as if it’s obvious. “You’re not very good at hiding what you’re thinking …”

“Do we have any other information on the bar? Any known visitors or anything that might be useful.”

“Lily.”

It’s just my name, but he says it in a demanding way, a way that jolts me from my civilized attempt to smooth over the awkwardness. I meet his gaze again, finding him staring at me with an unflinching expression.

“Why does what I think matter?”

“Because it does,” he grunts. “So let’s hear it.”

“What I think is that if we can stop The Bear from ruining this neighborhood, we’ll be doing a good thing.”

“Hmm, sure,” he says, “but that’s notallyou’re thinking.”

I fold my arms, staring up at him. Ihavetried to be civilized. Is it my fault if he’s forcing me to reveal the truth? Maybe this will be for the best in a messed-up way. It’ll create a rift between us. It can kill this crush of mine once and for all.

“Okay, fine … I thought you would’ve turned your passion for doing the right thing into your job. It never occurred to me you’d do anything else. That you’re a divorce lawyer seems completely at odds with the person I knew or thought I knew when I was a kid. I know how naïve that sounds. Don’t worry; people often tell me my head is in the clouds.”

He smirks. “Not this person. I think you’re right.”

“If I’m right, then why …”

“Why work as a divorce lawyer?” When I nod, he says, “Because I’ve made every decision in my life based on logic. When I was a kid, I wanted to be a cop, not a lawyer, but I had a logical discussion with my father, and we realized that law school would be the better option. As a young man, I logically had the freedom to experiment with various types of work, but soon, I had to commit. So, I chose thelogicaloption of making the best income and involving the least danger. The least stress. The best return on my effort.”

He’s speaking ruefully, staring off into space as though reliving every decision that’s led here.

“I didn’t mean to judge,” I say.

“I asked,” he replies. “I’m glad you told me the truth.”

“Why the change if it’s been so long since pro bono work? Why this case?”

He stares meaningfully at me. His smolder contains so much. It’s like there are whole essays and explanations he wants to offer me. Then he picks up his glass and takes a sip.

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