Page 60 of Mr. Flirt

“No. Not yet. However, I know I asked if I could name her Lucy for her middle name, but I feel like she’s more a Lucy Blair, not a Blair Lucy.”

My jaw dropped. “What are you saying?”

“I want to name her Lucy.”

“Can you do that?” My heart skipped a beat.

She tilted her head. “Do what?”

“Change her name?”

“I’m her mom. Of course, I can change her name. In fact, I already did it.”

I muffled my squeal of joy to not wake little Lucy as Dani grinned at me.

I had my own little Lucy. I mean, she wasn’tmyLucy, but she was kind of like my Lucy.

“I will babysit for you anytime you need it.”

Dani smiled. “And all I had to do was name her after you?”

I touched my chest with my palms and closed my eyes, willing the tears away. “You’re actually naming her after me? It’s not just because you like the name?”

My eyes blinked open to see Dani smiling wider than I’d seen in a long time.

“See, you do have emotions other than anger.” She chuckled and repositioned her baby. “I knew they were in there somewhere.”

I laughed softly, throwing my head back. “I’m not that bad, am I?”

“Truth or sugar-coated?”

“Truth. Always truth.”

“You’ve gotten a bit hard over the years, and I’m sure my recent situation hasn’t exactly mellowed your heart.”

“But I win cases,” I reminded her. “And I’ll win yours.”

She shook her head and looked at little Lucy. “But is there really any winning in a case like this?”

Her words shook me to my core, and I found myself glaring at her wedding pictures still hanging on the wall.

Danni was right. There was absolutely never a win in the case of families breaking apart.

“I’m sorry.” I let out a sigh. “I’m just so used to combat mode. I see the courtroom as a battlefield, and I block out everything else.”

“And that’s great for trials,” Danni added, smiling. “It’s why I know little Lucy and I will be okay.”

I nodded in silence.

She was right.

What had happened to me?

Was I even capable of feeling other emotions besides annoyance, bitterness, anger, and betrayal? The worst part was that these things hadn’t even happened to me, but I’d been bottling up all my clients’ rage for so long that I lived, ate, and breathed it too.

Damn philanderers, cheats, conmen, and psychopaths.

They were seriously messing with my perception of the beautiful world I lived in.

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