Page 69 of Danny Hall Gets a Lawyer
“You ordered the supreme,” I said. “This is mine!”
“It looks so good, though!”
“It is,” I said, taking a bite and licking the rest of it in case he got any ideas.
Cash laughed silently beside us.
We were sitting on the back porch with our pizza and beers. Miller and Wilder were in the kitchen where Miller was giving Wilder advice about Gracie’s custody. Wilder wanted to have her, and Gracie’s mom wanted him to have her, so you’d think it’d be a done deal, except her mom’s parents were kicking up a fuss. It was a whole thing. Wilder had been stressing out over it, but Miller hadn’t seemed too worried when I’d gone in there to grab some more beers, so hopefully it wasn’t going to be a big deal.
“Is Miller going to work for Wilder pro boner as well?” Chase asked with a leer.
I flipped him the bird. “Nobody gets Miller’s boners but me.”
Cash leaned over and whispered to Chase, who nodded in agreement.
Chase said, “Cash says we know. We can hear you.”
I paused with the beer halfway to my mouth. “What?”
“Walls are pretty thin, is all I’m saying,” Chase said, grinning.
“Wilder’s room is between ours!”
Chase raised his eyebrows. “You know those ear protectors he told you he bought for when he uses the nail gun at work? Why do you think he keeps them on his bedside table?”
My face burned, but I said, “Fuck off. You’re just jealous that Miller’s a beast.”
Chase snorted, but Cash shrugged and nodded.
I decided that Miller didn’t need to know about this conversation.
Though I was definitely going to look in Wilder’s room and see if the ear protector thing was true or if it was just Chase’s usual bullshit.
Miller and Wilder came back outside and joined us after a bit, and I moved along the bench to give Miller space beside me.
“Heads up,” Wilder said, and I caught the beer he tossed me. He looked happier, which was good.
“Did you work your lawyer magic?” I asked Miller quietly.
“I don’t work magic,” he said, tangling his fingers with mine, “but yeah, we sorted some stuff out.”
I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and murmured, “I’m willing to take care of Wilder’s legal fees.”
He turned to me, brow creased. “What? There aren’t any. He’s not my client. It was just general advice.”
I remembered how Marty had had to explain the whole phone number thing to Miller and sighed. Miller might have been the smartest guy in a courtroom, but he wasn’t always the smartest guy in any other room. Or a back porch.
“No,” I said softly and leaned against him. I whispered, “I’m trying to find a funny way of saying you can take Wilder’s legal fees out on my ass.”
He hummed. “Joke really didn’t come together, did it?”
“No, not really. But it was still worth a shot. And the offer stands.”
“Noted,” he said with a smile.
And then he honest to god did the stretch-and-yawn thing and draped his arm around my shoulders. “I’m beat,” he said to nobody in particular. “I might turn in.” He turned to me. “You coming?”
“Not yet,” said Wilder and Chase together, then cracked up laughing.
