Page 26 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
As if I suffered from ADHD, my mind went back to our love making. Last night had been... unexpected. Incredible, but unexpected. When I called Skylar about the lawsuit, I hadn'tplanned for the evening to end with us tangled in her sheets. But now that it had happened, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.
When she returned, she was wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves in all the right places.
"Bathroom's all yours," she announced, tying the belt around her waist.
I climbed out of bed, not bothering to cover myself as I walked past her. I caught her eyes dropping to my still-impressive morning wood and smirked. "See something you like?"
"Nothing I haven't seen before," she shot back, but the hungry look in her eyes betrayed her casual tone.
After handling my morning business and washing my hands thoroughly I joined Skylar in her kitchen. She was already brewing coffee and had pulled out eggs, and bacon.
“I told you I would cook breakfast.”
“Oh, I’m just pulling out the ingredients for you,” she replied, placing her hands on her hips.
I’m sure there would be plenty of time for arguing once we settled down and discussed my case, so again, I found myself conceding to Skylar, and I just walked over to the ingredients she placed on the counter and got to work.
“Damn. That was good!” Skylar exclaimed after she finished the last but of grits, eggs, bacon, and homemade biscuits. “Where did you learn to cook?”
“I learned a little from my mom, but mostly in college when I opted for an apartment off campus. So, I had to rely on myself for food. I didn’t have the luxury of the dining halls.”
“Makes sense.” She cleared our plates, and placed them in the dishwasher. “Okay, play time is over,” Skylar stated as she turned back around to face me. “Last night was a nice, and welcomed, distraction, but we have shit to handle.”
And there she was… the fierce attorney at law.
Chapter 12
Skylar
Damn, I wish we could have stayed in LaLa, or more like Lust, Land. Yet, I had a job to do, and Aries and I had business to handle.
"I know," Aries replied, a hint of resignation in his voice. "Before we get started, I want you to know that I don't regret last night."
I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips. "Neither do I. But today we need to focus on preparing for Monday."
"So, what's the plan, counselor?" He leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, looking infuriatingly confident. He rubbed his hand over his neatly trimmed beard, studying me, and I had a feeling that he was inquiring about more than our legal plan of action, but I was going to ignore his silent question for now because I had no fucking clue.
I moved to the living room where my laptop sat on the coffee table. "First, we need to get ahead of this. I'm going to draft a motion to dismiss that we'll file the moment they submit their complaint. I'm also going to request sanctions against Morton Chivy for contacting your department directly."
Aries followed me, taking a seat beside me on the couch. "Will that work?"
"It may cause him to pay a hefty fine, but I doubt that a judge will throw the entire case out. What it will do, is paint a terrible picture of who he is and how he operates as an attorney with the court.”
“What about Mr. Simpson being hospitalized?”
I smirked at Aries, and he tilted his head to the side, looking at me curiously.
“What?”
“Well, I did a little digging yesterday while waiting for you to get out of surgery, and I have that part covered.”
“Oh yeah? You want to share?”
“Mr. Simpson was admitted to one of our sister hospitals across town, and well… the systems are available to the entire legal department. Attorneys can get called in to represent a doctor at any of St. Ambrose’s affiliate hospitals, so we have access to the entire medical records system.”
“Damn! Smart! So, was he admitted for complications from surgery?”
“Absolutely not! He was rushed to the hospital and into surgery because his gallbladder ruptured.”
