“Nothing.”
Caroline snorted. “And that’s lunch, boys and girls.” She pushed back from the table and stood up. “I have a meeting in half an hour.” She grabbed Lila’s arm. “Come on. Walk with me while your husband pays for lunch.”
“Me?”
Lila stood, then grabbed my head and crashed her lips to mine. My cock jumped, lust coursing through me as her tongue lapped against mine.
Fuck.
She was pulled away by Caroline, who rolled her eyes. “You two are like teenagers. Sheesh.”
Drew nodded. “It’s Lila’s turn, but since you had to lust her brain out for a few fries, it’s yours. After all, what did you say? What’s hers is yours.”
I sighed and pulled out my wallet, placing my credit card on the check.
“Where are you going?”
Drew turned back to me. “Gotta call Dana.”
I waved him off and waited for the waitress to return for payment. While I was sitting there, I watched some basketball game on one of the TVs. I smiled up at the waitress as she took the check and returned to the screen.
After a moment I turned, looking for the gaze I felt drilling a hole in my head, but there was no one. It happened multiple times over lunch, and I didn’t like the feeling of being watched.
I thanked the waitress when she returned a moment later, and signed the slip before putting my card away. I took one last sip of soda and stood before heading to the door.
“Nate!”
I turned toward where my name was being called. A group of people were being seated, and walking toward me with a familiar smile that greeted me was Tom Preston. We’d worked together in the prosecutor’s office. As my mind compared the image in my memory to the man in front of me, I noticed that the years hadn’t been the best to him. He had to be in his mid to late forties. His once black hair was more than salted with gray, and what had once been fine lines were now carving deep into his skin. Even his once well-kept physique had added a good twenty or so pounds.
“Nathan Thorne. I’ll be damned,” he said as he walked up to me and stuck out his hand.
I gave his hand a stiff shake and smiled at him. “It’s been a long time.”
“Yeah. Last time I saw you, the judge was throwing you out of the courtroom, a bailiff on each arm dragging you down the aisle.” He let out a harsh chuckle. “I thought they were about to drag you off to the nut house.”
My lips were set in a thin line. “Well, it wasn’t the best time in my life.” I was certain there’d been much talk about me after that.
“I had a lot of hope for you.” His eyes scanned me up and down. “What are you up to these days?”
“I’m working for Holloway and Holloway.”
His head tipped back as he nodded. “Ah, your father-in-law. How’s that going?”
“Pretty good. I spent about a year as a transactional attorney after a few years off, and now I’m in the real estate division.”
“Quite different areas.”
I shrugged. “It was necessary. I wasn’t ready to go back into the courtroom.”
“Well, now that you’re back in the game, maybe we can get together. I could really use you.”
“On what?”
“I’m building a case against Vincent Marconi.”
It felt like the blood rushed from my body, and I began to sweat. Why hadn’t I looked into who was working on the case Noah told me about? “I don’t want anything to do with your case.”
“What? How can you say that?” He frowned at me, his arms crossing over his chest. “Nate, you have all the information we need. No one has ever gotten a conviction, and you did. I know you have more information on them. Help us.”
I shook my head, my jaw set. “I can’t.”
He leaned toward me, his expression imploring, and I stepped back. “These are bad people who need to pay for their crimes.”
“You don’t need to tell me that. I understand, more than anyone, but I’m sorry. I can’t help you, Tom.”
“Why not?” he asked, complete confusion in his aged features. It didn’t seem like he could comprehend my reluctance. Couldn’t he put two and two together?
I leaned in closer, almost spitting on him between my clenched teeth. “Because the last time I was involved with them, my wife and son were murdered and, for a few seconds, they killed me as well.” It dawned on me that we were both being watched and our innocent conversation was being noted. “Fuck. Even talking to you now is bad.”
He shook his head. “You’ve become paranoid. Do you really think they’re keeping tabs on you? They’ve induced you with fear.” His arms relaxed, waving around in defense. “I’m not downplaying what happened. It’s a tragedy what they did to Grace. She was a wonderful woman, but they aren’t still watching you. They hurt you. They got what they wanted.”
I gaped at him, stunned. “You really have no idea what you’re getting into. Don’t you realize they’re watching your every move? They’re watching mine as well, and this little meeting could very well get my family killed. So, back the fuck off!”
“You’ve gone off the reservation, Thorne.” He looked at me like I was out of my mind.
“Don’t be cocky. That’s how I was, and you know what happened. You think a family like that doesn’t have connections or the money to buy people? They know. I was informed by a third party they were tailing me again and anyone working on the case. Probably waiting for a meeting like this to crop up.”
I pulled at my neck, the tension rocketing to sky-high proportions.
“I’m not cocky… I’m realistic.” He looked at me with sad eyes. “You should look at seeing a psychiatrist. There are obviously some issues left over from your accident.”
I scoffed at him. “I have a therapist, but thanks for that. I assure you, I’m quite sane, and my paranoia comes from truth.”
He stared at me for a moment, but then his eyes flickered around the restaurant. “What do I do?”
“You walk away before they come after you or your family.”
Tom lost his fight, his voice lowering, as it seemed to dawn on him that I was right. “What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do everything I can to keep my wife safe.”
He looked at me like I was insane. “Grace is dead.”
I shook my head and gave him a small smile. “Not Grace. I’m not that crazy, Tom. I got married a few months ago. Her name is Lila.”
A genuine smile lit up his face. “Congratulations. I mean it.”
“Thanks.” I held out my hand. “I need to get going. Take care, and think about what I said.”
“You, too.”
I turned to walk away.
“Hey, Nate,” Tom called, making me turn back around. “At least think about what I said as well. Do the world a little good to get a man like him gone.”
I pursed my lips and nodded, glancing to the corner of the restaurant as I pushed the door open and walked out. Lila was waiting for me at the edge of the parking lot, Drew and Caroline already gone.
“Who was that?” she asked when I got closer.
“No one.”
She grabbed onto my arm and halted my steps. I turned to look at her, the playfulness of lunch gone and replaced with concern.
“What’s yours is mine, and that includes your burdens.”
My chest tightened, the truth in her words almost strangling me. It wasn’t right to keep him or my concern bottled up from her.
“His name is Tom Preston. We used to work together. He’s the one building a case against Vincent Marconi.” I pulled at my neck, trying to work the growing tension out.
She stared at me, then nodded. “He wants your help.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes.”
“You told him no.” She looked into my eyes. I nodded. “Because of me.”