Page 28 of Legal Attraction

He wondered who owned this one? Coral’s family or some contact in the US?

He found her in sweats, with a pillow in her lap and her laptop open on top. “Did you bring work? Because I’m already swamped with a huge caseload.” She grinned.

“Happy to see you’re feeling better.”

“A bit, yes. And as you can see, father has taken it all into his own hands.”

“I’m happy to see it.”

“Oh, that reminds me.” She handed him a phone. “I’m not allowed to text you anything important unless you’re using this phone.”

He took it, pocked it. “Wow, I suddenly feel very James Bond.”

“Now you’re feeling James Bond? Not a few days ago, or this morning?”

“Well, then too, but I’ve just been officially handed a clean phone I’m assuming.”

“You have. Though no guarantee my father doesn’t read it.”

“What?”

“Kidding. He stopped doing that when I turned twenty.”

Rand half laughed. Then he sat down beside her. “What happened in there today?”

“It was like a scene from an old Communist movie or something. I don’t even know what I think yet. But they had security guys monitoring even my therapy session.”

“Oh I bet that was really relaxing.”

“Totally. Like you know I’m not baring my soul to some thick man in a suit who has an earpiece. It was just weird in every way. But they got my quote stating that I am perfectly sound and will not be having any other issues regarding this particular happening.”

“Ah, so this was all to cover their back.” Something about that was oddly relieving to Rand. “At least that sounds like a normal law firm type thing to do.”

“And not something out of a Tom Cruise movie?”

“Exactly.”

“It might be totally unrelated to the firm. I’ve been talking to the guys. And they don’t see any correlation yet.” She shifted her laptop. “Maybe I just need a week with nothing happening.” The laptop showed a paparazzi type buzz channel with lots of pictures of Coral. Entering the Palisades, in the car entering the front gate of Nico’s property. And one, he zoomed in on. “What is this?”

“Oh, that’s just you and me.” She sighed. “But you can’t tell it’s you.”

He rotated his shoulders. “And this happens to you? Every time you leave the house?”

“Well, not every time. No one has any public idea I’m here in America. And they didn’t see me at the hotel I was resting at on the same island. There are ways.”

He turned the laptop back in her direction and lifted his out.

“Hey, I’m sorry you’re dragging into my public affairs.”

“Oh, that? No big. Like you said, they can’t see me.”

Coral pointed to something behind Rand. “No, but now we get to have this conversation.”

An eccentric looking man sat down on a sofa across from them. His hair was bald except for the longer part on top which he had died one streak a bright white tinged in purple.

Rand crossed an ankle over onto his knee. “Excellent. It’s been a long day of conversations. Let’s get this one going.”

Coral laughed at him. And he shifted so that their shoulders were touching.

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