Another banner date for the record books.
Harper: Who’s this? I don’t save jerks’ numbers.
Thankfully he started to type and then the thought bubble went away.
That was easy.
“Harper?” I heard a familiar voice call over to me.
Looking up, I saw the elated face of my new client, Dahlia, as she scurried in my direction.
“Mrs. Reynolds. I didn’t know your son went to school here.”
She pointed to a little blond-haired boy talking to Caroline. “That’s Noah over there, talking to his teacher. I didn’t know you had children.”
I rubbed the back of my neck. “I don’t. Just helping Caroline out.”
“How do you know Miss Covington?” she asked, popping out her hip a little.
“We went to college together. Been best friends ever since.”
“That is so sweet,” Dahlia said in the most Southern accent imaginable. “So, I was about to call your office, but I’m so glad we ran into each other—I have to tell you the news.” Dahlia got closer to the table as her voice turned to a whisper.
“What’s up?” I asked, popping a corner of one of the lemon bars into my mouth.
“Harry didn’t come home last night so I changed the locks and threw all of his stuff out on the lawn.” Her ominous smirk spread like wildfire.
“You did what?” I couldn’t believe it. I mean, I probably would have done something similar, but I wouldn’t advise a client to do something like that. Always take the high road—it gives the opposing party less to fight with in court.
“The bastard had it coming. Let him sleep with his tramp from now on.”
Before I could even rebut the impetuous actions she had taken, a tall bear of a man stormed up to her.
“Dahlia, what in the fuck is wrong with you?” A man I could only assume was Harry gripped her arm, swinging her a few feet away from the table.
“I should be asking you the same question,” Dahlia yelled, pulling her arm free of his grasp.
Looming over her, he took a step closer. “You ungrateful cunt. You’re nothing without me. How dare you lock me out of my own house.”
All the parents, teachers, and students were frozen watching the lovers’ quarrel unfold.
“Maybe y’all should take this out to the parking lot,” I suggested in a low voice, moving closer to the enraged couple with extreme caution.
Menacing eyes shot to me. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Harry’s chest was puffed out as he barked at me.
“This is my lawyer.” Dahlia crossed her arms over her chest as a cocky smile spread across her face.
“Your what?” Harry wailed.
“Hey mate, why don’t you listen to the lady and take this somewhere else. You’re scaring the kids.” A man approached with his hands up.
“I don’t need this shit.” Harry grabbed his wife again. “You’re coming with me.”
“Actually, she’s not.” The savior stepped between the husband and wife. “Not with you acting like this.”
“Is this your new fuckboy or something?” Harry growled, shoving Dahlia to the ground before turning to the good Samaritan.
Dahlia scrambled to her feet. “And what if he is?”