Page 66 of Pride & Precedents

"Even so, I'm sure he'd give you the recommendation if you talked with him. My word will go a long way, but HR and the other partners will still want a recommendation on file, especially if it comes from a partner at BBS&P."

"Yeah, maybe so," I mutter, already knowing I won't talk to Henry. Not any time soon, anyway. It's still too raw, and I'm too…embarrassed.

Out of nowhere, Noah slaps his knee and stands up. He gestures towards the door.

"Come on. I'll walk you down to the Director of HR, Tammy Klein. It won't hurt to leave your info on file. That way, when your recommendation comes in, it'll be a piece of cake to make an offer."

I smile weakly and stand to follow him.

"Sure. That sounds great. Thank you, again, for even meeting with me today."

He shoos my apology away and continues to lead us towards an office at the end of the hall.

"It's nothing. Seriously. But talk to Henry. Even if you two don't work it out, he's a standup guy. He'll make sure you're taken care of."

Noah gives me a wink and the fist gripping my heart tightens even further. They are almost identical and yet nothing alike. Noah is relaxed, with a fun, playful energy. Henry's energy is more like a school principal or a police captain. Unless we were together, he hardly smiled, let alone winked.

Thinking about Henry as "playful" is almost laughable…until I remember our last weekend together. He let me see so many sides to him I never knew existed. But when it came time to go public, suddenly Sub Zero was back.

I blink away the sudden moisture in my eyes and follow Noah to Tammy's office. Before I head in, I take a deep breath and square my shoulders.On to bigger and better things, Camila.

Chapter twenty-seven

Henry

Adam stands in front of the full-length mirrors, admiring himself in the navy blue tux. The break has too many folds, and there are a few extra inches in the midsection that will need to be taken in. Necessary alterations aside, he looks great. The color is flattering, and any suit paired with the limited edition Santoni shoes he doesn't know I'm gifting him is bound to look good. To me though, a notch lapel says "business meeting" not "one of the most important days of my life". At my wedding, I'll probably go for something more formal.

I swirl the complimentary Jameson around in my glass and let the clink of the ice cubes soothe me. I must be drunk. There's no other reason why NYC's top divorce attorney would suddenly fantasize about his own wedding. I know the numbers. I know the heartbreak. On paper, marriage just doesn't work. But if you put that paper down and look at the amazing woman standing in front of you…it's understandable why so many people take the leap.

I shake my head and put my tumbler down on the mirrored coffee table. Imustbe drunk. Adam turns again to look over his shoulder at the back of his suit.

"What do we think?" he asks everyone. The private fitting room at Robbie & Co.'s is impressive. Besides free drinks, there's a flatscreen showing the Mets stomping the Red Sox, and Cory and Noah are enjoying a lively game of billiards.

"Scratch!" Cory shouts triumphantly when Noah knocks the white ball into the pocket. Adam rolls his eyes and turns back to the mirror. I glare at them both the way only the eldest brother can.

"C'mon, guys," I chastise. "We're here to help our baby brother get married, not start a blood feud over what should be a friendly game of pool."

Noah and Cory look sufficiently scolded and join me on the couch. Cory gestures limply at Adam.

"That one looks great on you," Cory says blandly. He's said that about every suit Adam has tried on today.

"I like the color, but…" Noah trails off, considering.

"But it doesn't seem formal enough?" I offer. Noah slaps his knee.

"That's it! I couldn't figure out what was bothering me about it. It says 'I do taxes', not 'I do'."

Adam ignores the juvenile gagging sound coming from Cory and looks himself over again. Doubt clouds his expression.

"Why don't you try something with a shawl lapel?" I suggest, taking another swig of my whiskey even though the ice has watered it down. Adam's face brightens.

"I can do that. Be right back." Adam takes off to the fitting room and Cory doesn't hide his smirk.

"Our baby brother is the definition of 'whipped'. I can't believe he's the first to settle down. It's like all our training meantnothing to him." Noah reaches over and smacks the back of Cory's head.

"Cut it out, bro," Noah warns. "Adam is happy with Maya. He clearly loves her. Don't be a dick and rain on his parade."

Cory falls against the back of the couch, resigned to attend the tux fitting but hell bent on complaining every step of the way.

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