From the determined look on his face, Payton could tell he was serious. She turned and saw seven pairs of stunned and extremely curious Partnership Committee eyes on them.
She smiled politely.
“Would you excuse us? We’ll only need a moment.”
PAYTON AND J.D. stepped out of Ben’s office and turned the corner into the main hallway. They both stopped, surprised by what they saw.
A crowd—it had to be at least half the office—had gathered in large, gossiping groups. Attorneys, secretaries, legal assistants, everyone. They all fell to a hush as soon as the two of them came around the corner.
J.D. noticed a particularly tight group huddled around Irma and Kathy’s desks that included a very sheepish-now-that-I’ve-been-busted-looking Tyler, the Brandon/Brendan kid, and what looked suspiciously like the top of Laney’s head peeking out from behind the plant on Irma’s desk.
Everyone was silent, staring at them.
J.D. felt compelled to say something. “We’re on a break.”
He heard the confused whispers.
Thinking it was best to keeping moving, J.D. guided Payton toward an empty office. Once inside, he shut the door behind them and locked it.
Payton moved away from him, toward the vacant desk. “Thanks. Do you think you could possibly draw any more attention to us?”
“I think I probably could, sure.”
She turned around. “Haven’t you pretty much lost the right to be sarcastic with me? Or maybe you think I’m supposed to just stand here while you—”
J.D. put his hand over her mouth. “Normally, Payton, I would love to do this with you. But I’ve got several things I need to say, and you’re not making this any easier. So for right now, I need you to just sit down and shut up.” With his hands on her shoulders, he pressed her down into the desk chair.
Payton stared up at him. “Well, I never,” she said in her most indignant tone.
But interestingly, J.D. noted, she said nothing further. Although she really didn’t need to—the look in her eyes said more than all the choice profane words out there.
Not particularly encouraging.
He began pacing the room. He felt Payton’s gaze on him as he moved back and forth.
“All right, let me start with the thing I told Ben. I know that was inexcusable—I regretted it the moment I said it. I panicked.” J.D. glanced over at Payton. “Apparently, I have this way of looking at you that gives it away.”
He stopped before her. “Maybe you could just nod your head yes or no if you understand what I’m saying.”
Payton shook her head no. Still with the glare.
J.D. went back to his pacing. “You drive me crazy, you know. The way you snap around here in your heels and your little skirt suits and your sassy quips and comebacks and the way you always, always have to challenge me on everything I say and do, and for eight years I have tried to get ahead of you, I’ve tried to break away from you, Payton, and I can’t.”
He stopped before her hopefully. Again. “Now do you see where I’m going with this?”
And again Payton shook her head no. But she dropped the glare at least.
J.D. nodded. Crap. He took a deep breath.
“I’m in love with you, Payton.”
Her mouth fell open. Then shut again.
J.D. figured there was no turning back. “I’ve been in love with you since the very beginning. You asked why there isn’t anyone else in my life, and the reason . . . is you.” He cleared his throat. “I know I’ve acted otherwise. I know I’ve been terrible to you at times. That’s just a defense mechanism. Because the truth is, every single day for the past eight years I’ve wanted you to look at me the way you did when we first met.”
He waited for her to say something. “If this strikes any sort of chord with you at all, feel free to jump in.”
Payton nodded. She seemed shell-shocked, and for J.D. the silence was agonizing.
Then the unthinkable happened.
A tear ran down her cheek. She laughed in embarrassment and wiped it away. “Sorry. I just keep thinking”—she looked down at her hands—“how we’ve wasted so much time.” She glanced up at him. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
The tear totally did him in. J.D. got down on one knee before her. “I know, Payton—I wish I could go back, I wish I could take it all back.” He wiped the tear from her cheek. “But I’m saying it now. Don’t tell me it’s too late.”
Suddenly there was a knock, and Ben’s voice called through the door. “Payton? J.D.? Is everything okay in there? This is extremely unusual.”
J.D. watched as the door handle turned. He heard Ben call to someone in the hallway. “Call maintenance. Find out if they have a key to this door.”
Realizing he was running out of time, he turned back to Payton. “You were right when you said that this partnership decision would divide us. Letting the firm choose will never work—we’re both too proud for our own good. That’s why I’m resigning.”
Payton shook her head. “Too proud or not, I don’t want to make partner that way.”
“I know. So instead . . . I was hoping you’d want to come with me.”
Her eyes went wide at the suggestion. She bit her lip anxiously. “I really don’t know that I could do that, J.D.”
There was another knock at the door, firmer this time. “All right you two—I’d like you to open this door. Whatever this is, it’s getting ridiculous.”
J.D. held her gaze. “We can do this, Payton. We don’t have to let them separate us—that was their decision, not ours. The best part of this job is that I got to spend every day with you. I don’t want to lose that.”
“What are you saying, that we try to go somewhere else? Do you really think we could find a place that would take us both on as partners?”
“Yes. Our place. I want us to start our own practice.”
Payton laughed. “That’s ridiculous.”
J.D. shook his head. “No, it’s not. Just look at the Gibson’s case—we work great together. And do you honestly want to go someplace that’s going to be more of the same thing? The same lifestyle? The same hours? Wouldn’t you rather work for yourself and control your own schedule? Maybe even be able to take a vacation for once?”
“Sure—those things all sound great. But it’s too big of a risk,” Payton said.
“Is it really? You and I are pretty damn good lawyers. Starting our own firm is probably the smartest move we could make.”
Another knock. By this point, Ben sounded extremely pissed as he shouted through the door. “I just thought I should let you two know that a maintenance man is on his way up to open this door.”
J.D. turned back. “We’re out of time, Payton. You said it yourself: the only way we’ll make it is for us to go into this together. I know we can do this. But I need you to believe it. You need to believe . . . in us.”
Payton didn’t say anything for a long moment, and J.D. could literally hear his heart beating.
Then she finally answered.
“It would have to be called Kendall and Jameson.”
It took J.D. a moment to catch on. Then he grinned. “No way. Jameson and Kendall. It’s alphabetical.”
“You told our boss that you banged me on top of your desk.”
“Kendall and Jameson sounds great.”
Payton smiled, victorious.
“So we’re really going to do this?” J.D. asked.
She stuck out her hand. “Should we shake on it?”
He took Payton’s hand and stood up, pulling her with him. “I want to hear you say it, Payton. Are we really going to do this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“Good. Then you should know that starting today, I never, ever want to spend another day without you.”