Page 54 of From the Courtroom to the Court
They're ready to continue without the initial rush, but the sudden growl of Emily's stomach makes them both burst into laughter.
"Better have dinner," Leah says, sitting up, "I wouldn't want to be responsible for you fainting."
"Those burgers will be cold," Emily says with a strange grimace.
Leah stands up and offers a hand to help her get up.
"Yes, you'll have to settle for a sandwich," she answers and arches an eyebrow.
"Only if I get dessert afterward," Emily says, devouring Leah with her eyes.
The tennis player feels a current run through her and swallows hard as they walk to the bathroom to wash their hands.
"You can have all the dessert you want, now let's go to the kitchen."
"How did Stella take it?" Emily asks while Leah, as she prepares the sandwich, summarizes her conversation with Stella.
"Well, it didn't take her by surprise. I guess she knew as well as I did that our relationship was living on borrowed time. Still, it's not pleasant to go through this, I cared about her a lot."
"I can imagine," Emily says, nodding with a look of understanding.
"But now it's done and I don't want to keep talking about that," Leah serves the two plates on the table and turns to Emily before they both sit down. "I like you, Emily," she blurts out, making the lawyer stop breathing. "I wasn't counting on this, but it happened, I like you so much."
Emily, red as a tomato because she wasn't expecting this, grabs her by the waist and winks at her.
"Do you like me as much as Emma likes Mia or vice versa?" she asks, trying to reduce the tension a bit.
She gives her a kiss on the lips and turns toward the table, desperate to bite into that sandwich, but Leah frowns, not quite understanding the question.
"What do you mean?" the tennis player asks.
Emily's lips curve and her eyes shine with pure amusement.
"You don't know?" she asks without stopping smiling, sitting at the table with a mysterious air.
Leah follows her and sits across from her with a questioning expression.
"Know what, Emily?"
Emily, who loves gossip, allows herself a moment of glee when she realizes she possesses information that Leah doesn't yet know. She takes a bite of her sandwich and savors it with delight while staring at her intently.
"Are you going to tell me?" Leah asks impatiently.
Emily wipes her mouth and delicately places the napkin next to her plate.
"Mia and my cousin slept together."
Leah's jaw nearly drops and Emily smiles, enjoying her expression.
"When?" she asks, perplexed.
"The night Aaron ran away. Can you believe it? You and I were looking for him while these two were rolling around on the couch," she jokes, drawing a laugh from Leah.
"Mia hasn't told me," Leah says, "but knowing her, I'm not surprised either. Now she must be traumatized from sleeping with the posh Harris girl."
Emily laughs again.
"Emma told me this morning if that's any consolation. I hope they figure out their silliness," she says seriously. "By the way, I forgot to mention that tomorrow you should all come by the office. I mean you, your mothers, and Mia. I'm sorry to tell you with such short notice, but it completely slipped my mind. I hope it's not a problem."
