“Don’t women usually wear pencil skirts with business suits like that?”
Niamh felt goosebumps prickle across her arms the moment Flynn started looking her up and down.
Still, she kept her composure.
“I changed into slacks just for you. Moved to tears yet?”
Flynn could tell Niamh was mocking his reputation as a skirt–chaser.
“What, you think I’m some kind of lecher?”
“I never said that.”
Flynn just shrugged and smiled, all gentlemanly as he pulled out a chair for her.
Niamh sat.
This dinner had been Flynn’s idea. He’d reached out, offering some advice on divorce proceedings.
Niamh wasn’t naive–she knew full well Flynn had ulterior motives. Still, she was curious to hear what he’d say. After all, even if she won her gamble, there was no guarantee Jonathan would play fair.
“Desire is just human nature–especially for men. Take your husband, for example. I’d bet he cheated because he found you too cold, too lacking in passion or femininity.”
Flynn pontificated as he sipped his drink, sounding like he had it all figured out.
Niamh hadn’t shared any details with Flynn–nothing about her reasons for divorce, nothing about Jonathan, not a word about cheating.
But lawyers always have their ways. For all she knew, Flynn might know more than she realized.
“All I want to know is how I can get a divorce,” Niamh cut him off, steering the conversation back on track. She had no patience for his rambling.
Flynn smiled and slid a glass of wine her way. She tossed it back in one go.
Seeing she could hold her liquor, Flynn got straight to the point.
“If you can’t come to an agreement, you’ll have to go the litigation route. To sway
the court, it helps if you can provide proof of your husband’s wrongdoing.”
“Wrongdoing…”
Niamh thought back to the hefty sum she’d paid a private investigator to tail Jonathan, only to come up empty–handed–no hard evidence of his affair.
“If you can’t prove fault,” Flynn went on, “then your best bet is to show that the marriage is beyond repair.”
Niamh listened intently, completely unaware of the eyes tracking her from across the restaurant.
Mr. Lawson had noticed that Jonathan seemed distracted all evening, glancing toward the far corner every few minutes.
Curious, Mr. Lawson craned his neck and spotted a man and woman deep in
conversation.
“Do you know Attorney Sinclair?” Mr. Lawson asked.
Jonathan nodded. “Yes.”
“No wonder you keep looking over there.” Mr. Lawson seemed pleased to have solved the mystery of Jonathan’s absent mind.
“Sinclair’s a hell of a lawyer–a real shark in the courtroom. But I don’t think he’s ever handled corporate law, not even in name.”
Jonathan nodded again.
“I’d bet the woman with him is looking to hire him for her divorce.”
This time, Jonathan didn’t respond.
“Sinclair’s the best there is at divorce cases–ten years and not a single loss. But don’t let his polished appearance fool you; the man’s got a reputation. Rumor has it almost every woman who hires him ends up in his bed. This one’s especially attractive… Mr. Thomas, after dinner, maybe we should-”
Before Mr. Lawson could finish, he realized Jonathan’s seat was empty.
Back at Flynn and Niamh’s table, the consultation was interrupted as a man suddenly slid into the seat beside Flynn.
Both Niamh and Flynn stared in shock.
“Mr. Thomas, what brings you-?”
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Flynn’s confusion lasted only a moment before realization dawned.
“Ah, I see. Mr. Thomas, you wouldn’t have joined us if you weren’t interested in me… right?”
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Chapter 172
