Page 13 of Timeless Pages
Chapter twelve
Dominic
Iballed up the message our assistant had given me and threw it away. Morris called to find out how the deal was going on our end and expected to have the store put in his name in the next day or so. I didn’t plan on calling him back anytime soon, but I did feel compelled to call Daniel.
“Hello?”
“Daniel, it’s Dom.”
“What else could you possibly need from me right now, Dom?” Daniel asked.
“I was just wondering if you met with Isa yet.”
“I did,” Daniel replied.
“And?” I asked when he didn’t continue.
“And that’s all I can tell you, and really, I shouldn’t have said that,” he replied. “You know how this goes. I’m Isa’s lawyer now, and what happens with her case falls under attorney-client privilege.”
“Come on, Daniel. The only reason you took the case was to do us a favor. We care about her,” I coaxed.
“Well, that’s not why I’m taking her case anymore,” he replied darkly.
As annoyed as I was that he was leaving us in the dark, I appreciated that he sounded invested in Isa’s plight. “Ok, well, I don’t know how attorney-client privilege works with receiving information, but I thought you should know that Morris Wilcox left a message with our assistant that he expected to have the store in his name in a day or two.”
Daniel cursed. “This fucker. He’s going to be very unhappy soon. That’s all I can say.”
“Can I ask you one favor?”
“I’m in the middle of the first one, but what is it?” Daniel asked.
“If she’s in trouble, can you let us know?”
“You guys genuinely care about Isa, don’t you?” he asked.
“We do,” I replied. “There’s something about Isa that draws all three of us in. We’ve never been on the same page regarding women before. Not like this. Isa is special.”
Daniel didn’t respond, and the line was silent for so long that I thought maybe I had lost him. “I’ll try my best,” he finally said. “Have you had lunch yet?”
“No,” I replied.
“You should go get lunch at Primo’s,” he suggested. “My receptionist is there right now with her new friend.”
I grinned into the phone. “You know, I am in the mood for a chicken parm sub,” I replied. “Wait,” I said, a thought suddenly occurring to me. “Does your receptionist know we asked you to take Isa’s case?”
“Nope. I haven’t even told my partners,” Daniel assured me. “They know I’m taking the case, but don’t know why I initiallyagreed to take it pro bono. Once they reviewed the file and saw the pictures, they agreed that we needed to help her.”
“Pictures?”
“I had Brandy take pictures of Isa’s scars and new injuries. And now I’ve said too much,” Daniel sighed.
I didn’t like the idea of them having pictures of Isa, and while I wanted to know exactly how much of her they showed, I didn’t press the issue with him. I assumed the pictures were necessary for her case, which would have to be good enough. I trusted him, or we wouldn’t have sent Isa to him in the first place.
“Ok. Well, I’ll let you get back to work on helping my girl. I’m going to see if Nate and Evan want to get lunch,” I replied.
“You do that,” he chuckled.
I went down the hall and stopped at Nate’s office, where he and Evan were talking. “You guys want to go get lunch?”
