Unwrapping the Playboy (4 page)

He'd started making notes to keep the events in their proper chronology. “And then what?”

“At first she seemed very nice. Her eyes literally lit up when she saw Jonathan. She said it was uncanny how much he looked like her own son at that age. That seeing Jonathan took her back, made her remember the past.” Lilli's mouth hardened. “And then she talked about what she could do for Jonathan, how different his life would be if he lived with her. She started making plans as if I wasn't even standing in the room. That's when I panicked,” she confessed.

He didn't blame her. Elizabeth Dalton was a statuesque, imposing woman who, he'd heard, enjoyed intimidating people. “How did the visit end?”

“Not well. Elizabeth asked me to leave Jonathan with her. I said no.” She lifted one shoulder in a semi-shrug. “She doesn't like hearing that word.”

He just bet she didn't. It probably surprised the hell out of her when someone as soft-spoken as Lilli stood up to her.

“She's undoubtedly not used to hearing it,” he said. “So what happened after that?”

“The next afternoon, one of her lawyers got in contact with me. A very prim and proper little man who offered me money in exchange for giving up custody of my son. Offering me money,” she repeated with disgust. “As if Jonathan was some kind of a toy or inanimate commodity that was for sale.” Impassioned, her voice rose with each word. “Elizabeth Dalton ruined her son, I'm not going to let her ruin mine.”

He made a few more notes on the page, then turned to a fresh one. “I guess they're right,” he observed.

“About what?” she wanted to know.

“That no good deed goes unpunished.”

“Do you think that if I hadn't taken Jonathan over to meet her—?”

He cut her short by shaking his head. He put her mind at rest. This was not her fault. None of it. “Even if you hadn't taken your son to meet his grandmother, I have a feeling the outcome would have been the same once she found out about Jonathan. And you're right in your assessment. Elizabeth Dalton likes to pride herself on get ting whatever she sets her mind to.”

Lilli could feel her stomach growing queasy. “Should I be worried?”

He gauged his answer slowly. “If you're asking me if
you should be getting your passports ready in order to flee the country, no. There's no need to resort to drastic measures.” He took a guess at her next question and answered it before she could ask. “Do I think winning is going to be a piece of cake? No, I don't. In general, a mother's rights trump anything else that might be raised in a court of law.”

“In general,” she echoed. “But in this case?”

He wished he could tell her she had nothing to worry about. But he couldn't, and she needed to be prepared. “In this case, Elizabeth Dalton has a lot of powerful friends. If she and her squadron of lawyers decide to win by fair means or foul, I want you to realize we're going to have one hell of a fight on our hands.”

There was only one thing that she wanted to know. “Will we win?”

He didn't deal in rainbows and fairy dust. He knew he should be prudent and cautiously tell her to be prepared for anything, because in this case they were up against a force of nature. A force of nature who numbered more than one judge in her inner circle of influential friends.

But he knew Lilli didn't need cautious words. She need ed hope. He couldn't take that from her, couldn't just dash any shred of hope she might have against the rocks of reality. No matter how much she'd hurt him, he couldn't bring himself to be cruel to her.

So he gave her the most confident smile he had in his arsenal and nodded.

“Yes, Virginia,” he said, paraphrasing the famous line in the legendary Christmas story, “we're going to
win. It's not going to be easy, or quick,” he predicted, “but we
are
going to win.”

Overwhelmed, Lilli hadn't realized until just this moment how close she was to a complete meltdown. She was only a hair's breadth away. The sense of relief, of hope, was huge. This time, she allowed the tears to flow. They slid fast and furiously down her cheeks, and registered in direct contrast to the smile that curved her lips.

“Thank you,” she cried, looking at him through eyes that had all but completely welled up. “Thank you.”

“Don't thank me yet,” he warned her. “You can save that for when the case is finally over and we walk out of the courthouse victorious.”

She knew he was right. That this was far too early in the game to allow her emotions to get the better of her. Knew that they had a hard and very possibly long fight ahead of them.

But she couldn't help herself. She'd felt alone and isolated for far too long.

And she had missed him.

In one unguarded moment, Lilli let her feelings bubble up and get the better of her. She threw her arms around his neck.

“Thank you,” she cried again, burying her face against his shoulder.

He felt her breath along his neck.

His stomach tightened in anticipation.

O
ld feelings came rushing back to Kullen with the speed and intensity of a runaway freight train barreling down a steep mountain path. The urge to close his arms around Lilli, to kiss her with all his bottled-up passion nearly overwhelmed him.

It would be so easy to give in, to let his guard down just for the smallest moment and permit desire to take over.

But he knew he couldn't let himself do that.

He'd been through this before and was well aware of just how the story had ended. There was absolutely no way he would allow himself to be ripped apart again. Once was more than enough.

Once was a case of being blindsided. Twice would have meant that he was either an idiot—or a masochist. And he was neither. Moreover, he intended to remain that way. So although his heart was racing now, calling
him seven kinds of a fool for not taking advantage of this opportunity shimmering before him, Kullen kept his arms rigidly at his side.

Embarrassed, feeling both self-conscious and extremely awkward, Lilli withdrew her arms and took a step back. Kullen all but radiated coldness. She succeeded in maintaining a smile on her lips, although how she was doing so was a mystery to her.

“Sorry,” she murmured. “I guess I got a little overwhelmed for a second. It won't happen again.”

“Nothing to be sorry about,” he told her, doing his best to sound natural. Doing his best not to demand why she'd left him the way she had and then run headlong into an intimate relationship with someone else.

Someone who he
knew
couldn't have loved her half as much as he had.

Kullen took a breath, then said, “Stop at Selma's desk and ask her to give you a list of documents I'm going to need to see for this case. It's a standard list,” he explained before she could ask how the administrative assistant would know what to give her. “Just tell her it's a custody dispute.”

Dispute. What a civilized word for what was about to take place,
Lilli thought.

“Selma's the woman at the front desk?” she asked just to be certain.

Kullen nodded. “Can't miss her. She looks like the last living cast member from the set of
The Wizard of Oz,
” he said tactfully.

It was an apt description of the woman, Lilli thought as she turned toward the door. The administrative assis
tant did look a great deal like an aged Munchkin. “When do you want to see me again?” she asked Kullen.

I never stopped wanting to see you,
he told her silently. With effort, he forced himself to focus on more neutral terrain. He should only think of her in light of the actual business they had with one another. Nothing more.

Turning the calendar on his desk toward him, Kullen glanced at several consecutive pages. As near as he could tell, they were filled. It didn't matter. He'd find a way to make time for her.

Pushing the calendar away, he turned to face her. “Whenever's convenient for you.” The word
convenient
didn't fit the situation. There was nothing convenient about it. “Mrs. Dalton got the court to accelerate the date, so as soon as possible would be very much appreciated.” She eyed him hopefully. “I can come back with the papers later this afternoon if you like.”

He would have liked to say yes, but he couldn't. “I'm leaving for court in half an hour.” And more than likely would be there for the rest of the day, until the judge adjourned the proceedings.

Lilli didn't allow obstacles to deter her, not anymore. She'd learned that along the way as she carved out a living for herself and her son. The meek and mild were stepped on, the forceful were not.

“All right, then I can drop the documents off at your place tonight,” she suggested. “I know it sounds like I'm being pushy, but I'll feel a lot better the sooner you have all the ammunition you need at your disposal.” And then she realized that she'd overlooked an important,
salient point. “Unless your wife doesn't like work from the office showing up on your doorstep at night.”

“No wife.”

The disclaimer was out of his mouth before he realized that he had just ruined his one opportunity to keep her permanently at arm's length. If Lilli thought he was married, she would keep her distance. She wasn't some femme fatale, given to whimsical flirting. There wouldn't be any more impromptu incidents of her throwing her arms around his neck. Lilli was honorable that way.

How the hell did he really know
what
she was like, he silently demanded the next moment, growing irritable. He hadn't been right about her the first time around. Eight years ago he would have bet his last dime—and his life—that Lilli wasn't the type to vanish without a word, especially after someone had bared his soul to her.

He would have lost that bet.

For all he knew, the challenge of prying a man away from his wife would spur Lilli on.

I really didn't know you at all, did I?
he thought, looking at her.

“You're not married?” Lilli asked, surprised. Someone like Kullen should have gotten snapped up years ago. He was one of the few true good guys left in the world. They didn't make men like him anymore. If she hadn't discovered that she was pregnant the same evening that he'd proposed, she would have gladly married him and spent the rest of her life trying to put that one awful episode in her life behind her.

Don't go there,
she warned herself.
What's done is done.

“No,” he answered, “I'm not married.”

“Oh.”

Despite the fact that it was years too late for her, that what
could
have been between them was in the past, Lilli was suddenly aware of a small, intense flame of warmth igniting within her. A warmth that swiftly spread, as if to thaw her out. To make her feel alive again.

This wouldn't accomplish anything, she upbraided her self. It was best to leave things just the way they were. There was no going back. Her future, her life, was all bound up around the boy. Jonathan was the important one here. Jonathan was the
only
reason she was here, temporarily interacting with Kullen.

She wanted to be clear that he didn't mind her doing this. Eager though she was, she didn't want to risk crowding him. “Then I can bring the papers by your house?”

He didn't want her getting the wrong idea, that her coming over would lead to anything but discussing her case.

“You could have brought them by even if I was married,” he informed her. “When's the court date?” She told him and he whistled, shaking his head. No wonder she was antsy. “Two weeks. That really doesn't leave much time,” he agreed.

“That's the whole idea behind such an early court date. Mrs. Dalton's trying to steamroll right over me.”

Kullen liked a challenge, liked fighting the good fight. Cut-and-dried cases didn't allow him to stretch
his muscles, and a lot of the time they bored him. His gut told him he wouldn't be bored with this case. Not by a long shot.

“Well, Mrs. Dalton's just going to have to rethink her strategy,” he replied. He reached over a pile of papers to get one of his business cards from his desk. Flipping it over, he wrote down his home address on the back, then held the card out to Lilli. “Here's my address,” he told her. “I should be home after six.”

What sort of a home did he live in? Was it strictly utilitarian, the way his room had been in college? Or had his obvious success changed him, changed his tastes? Was his home big and splashy, filled with furniture and objects of art chosen by some interior decorator?

Lilli slipped the card into her purse. “I'll be there,” she promised.

She started to open the door, but the sound of his voice stopped her.

“Just out of curiosity, who referred you to me?”

He wondered if she'd just looked him up, forgetting that he'd once had plans to work in the poorer section of Los Angeles, counseling those who couldn't afford to pay a lawyer. Or if she did remember, did finding him here make her think that he'd sold out and joined his father's firm just to please him?

Her answer caught him off guard. “Your mother.”

“My mother?” Damn it, Kate had been right. Now that she, Nikki and Jewel were all squared away with fiancés and weddings in the near future, Theresa Manetti had decided to turn her sights on him. “You looked up my mother?” he asked incredulously.

“No, actually, it's all just a very fortunate coincidence.”

Yeah, I just bet,
Kullen thought. He didn't believe in coincidences, fate or luck. Not anymore. Especially not where his mother was concerned. She'd known about this at lunch today and she hadn't said a word to him.

“My mother needed to have a party catered,” Lilli explained, “and
she
looked up your mother. Your mother comes very highly recommended,” she told him by way of a compliment. His expression remained oddly stoic. “They started talking and my mother told yours that I was badly in need of a lawyer. Your mother volunteered you.”

His mother probably heard the words “my single daughter” and her imagination galloped off, Kullen thought darkly. “Did my mother ask yours what kind of lawyer you needed?”

Lilli smiled. It was the same smile he used to think lit up a dark room. “My mother only said I needed a good one. Your mother proudly said that you were. But my nine months in law school were not wasted,” she said, tongue in cheek. “I looked you up,” she told him. “I wanted to be sure that you weren't practicing criminal law or just doing estate planning.” A distant expression came into her eyes. “I won't need a criminal lawyer except maybe as a last resort.”

He knew what she was saying. That if it came down to it, she'd kill to keep her son. He wondered if she actually meant that.

“As your lawyer, I have to advise you not to make those kind of
jokes
right now—” he underscored the
word “—just in case Elizabeth Dalton does happen to turn up dead.”

Lilli studied him for a long moment. “I don't remember you being this cautious before.”

He was the exact opposite of cautious and serious when it came to his social life, but professionally it was an other matter. The law didn't leave a lot of wiggle room for mistakes.

“I'm not,” he replied. “But in this particular case, it wouldn't hurt to cover all bases.”

He was right and she was grateful to him for that. For taking her case. The last thing she wanted was for him to think she was criticizing him or his methods.

“Thank you,” she said again. “Just knowing that you're on the case makes me feel a great deal better al ready.”

“That makes one of us,” he said to the door after she had left and closed it.

Damn it, he had a feeling that once this case was over he would have to start from scratch again. He would have to work to drive her essence out of his head. Out of his soul.

“Of all the law firms in Bedford, she had to wander into mine,” he murmured under his breath, riffing on Humphrey Bogart's famous line in
Casablanca
.

With a sigh Kullen glanced down at his watch. He gave Lilli five minutes to stop at Selma's desk, get the list he'd suggested she take with her and then make her way to the elevator.

Exactly five minutes later, he opened his door and strode over to Kate's office two doors down. Reaching it he knocked exactly once on the frosted glass. Too
impatient to wait the mega-second for a response, he opened the door and walked in.

Books were spread out and open all over his sister's desk.

Engrossed in her research, Kate looked up sharply when she heard him walk in. “I didn't say come in.”

“But you would have,” he pointed out glibly.

“I could have been with a client—or making out with Jackson,” she answered.

He shrugged, closing the door behind him. “Then you would have thrown me out and I would have waited in the hall.”

“Waited,” she repeated mockingly. “You don't know how to wait. This sounds serious.” She pushed the book in front of her aside. “What's up?”

“Did you know about this?” he demanded.

“Well,” she said carefully, “that all depends.”

“On what?” he asked her suspiciously, his eyes narrowing as he scrutinized her.

“On what ‘this' means. If you're asking about Selma's birthday, yes, I know about it. Actually, I was the one who found out that it's next week—”

Raising his voice, he cut in. “I'm not talking about Selma's birthday.” He was exasperated. When she got all wound up, Kate could fire more words per second than any living human. He knew from experience that he only had a couple of seconds to get out in front of that before she picked up her pace. “I'm talking about my newest client.”

“You have a new client,” Kate deadpanned. “How nice for you.” She shook her head. “Right now, my plate is so full that if you're trying to palm him—”

“It's a her,” he corrected.

“Her,” she amended without losing a beat, “off on me, I just might be tempted to kill you, and then Jackson is going to have to marry me quickly so I can get conjugal rights in prison.”

He was trying to pin her down and she was making jokes, he thought darkly. “So then you don't know about her.”

“I might,” Kate allowed. “Depending on what her name is. Is it somebody famous?” She looked at Kullen more closely. “Kullen, you're scaring me. Why aren't you talking?” Leaning forward, she gave him her full attention. “Just who is your new client, Kullen?”

For a second, because he didn't want to go into explanations, he debated just turning around and walking out. But if he did that, his sister's curiosity would go into overdrive and she would hound him until he
did
tell her.