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She had a point.

“Just give me the overview,” she said with a long sigh.

“Right sperm, someone else’s egg. The child is three years old, but not biologically the woman’s child. Bio mom is suing for custody,” Kensley summed up.

“Shit, that’s messed up,” Nita said, frowning.

“Messed up enough to lure you back?” Kensley asked.

“Not a chance,” Nita vowed.

She’d told her friend Becca last week that she was ride or die for Cavendish Club, even though the business might be on its last breath of life. At Cavendish, she knew exactly what they expected of her. Reviewing client and consultant contracts might be boring, but she had a history of knowledge about the club that the current owners didn’t. It gave her some leverage and respect that she liked.

Kensley and Ellis made a few more kissing noises before Ellis headed for the door.

“Any dinner requests for tonight?” Ellis asked.

“Something deep fried, please,” Kensley said, and blew him a kiss. He blew one back, and when Kensley pretended to catch it and tuck it into her blouse, Nita slammed her hand on the table.

“Jesus, you guys, can you quit it?” Nita begged.

“One day you’ll fall in love—” Ellis began, like he always did.

“And then you’ll be doing the same stuff—” Kensley continued.

Nita snorted.

“No way and not a chance. You two are the ultimate prophylactic for monogamy,” she stated.

“See you tonight,” Kensley said to her husband and waved away a chuckling Ellis. Then she turned back to Nita. “Where were we again?”

“My practice test,” Nita sighed, picking up her pencil and pointing it at the papers.

“Right,” Kensley said, and picked up the stapled pages and her red pen.

Nita wiggled the pencil in her fingers, watching Kensley’s eyes run over the answers. The red pen made small marks from top to bottom, pausing when Kensley flipped the page.

Nita wasn’t sure if she was going to take the bar exam or not, although she loved taking the practice tests. She had nothing to lose by doing them, and usually did well, so they were a nice boost to her ego.

Her job as a legal consultant at Cavendish Club was well paid, offered the side benefit of sex parties, and gave her lots of free time. Although truthfully, they were pretty low on clients, so the free time came with the threat of the club not making next month’s payroll.

It’ll work out, she told herself, shrugging away the worry.

“Remarkable,” Kensley murmured, flipping the pages over and writing on the top corner. She slide the test to her and Nita saw the red 95% written neatly.

“What did I get wrong?” she asked, flipping through the pages.

“What does it matter? You should take the actual test and start practicing actual law,” Kensley said. “I can schedule the test online right now.”

“What I do at Cavendish is good enough for me,” Nita replied, noting which questions she got wrong on the test. “These are about constitutional law. I don’t care about that.”

“I’m not joking about you becoming a partner here,” Kensley insisted, leaning forward. “We’ve worked together for what, eight years? It’s time for you to move on, don’t you think?”

“I have moved on,” Nita looking at the other choices for the nature of judicial review. “Is this one C?” she asked, holding up the page.

Kensley squinted at the paper, then shook her head.

“It’s B. I’m serious. How can reviewing contracts at Cavendish be challenging for you?”

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