“I am,” he says.
/> “Wow, just wow. Like, oh, my God, you’re in Bailey’s and I’m your waitress. Like, wow!”
“Don’t you know any other adjectives?” Elle asks.
“Elle James, what has gotten into you?” Katelyn wants to know.
Elle shrugs and picks up her phone.
“Um, do you think we could take a selfie?” the waitress asks Harrison.
“Maybe after lunch?” he suggests politely, but by the look on her face, you’d think he just killed her pet rabbit or something and not put her off for an hour.
As soon as she’s gone, Saul starts to figure out a back-up plan on how to I get out of the sentencing.
“It’s fine,” I say. “It’ll be a pain, but I can handle it.”
“I’ll talk to Liam and JD, see if we can make sure the jet is available or at least let you use it when we’re not.”
“Thanks,” I reply. “I appreciate it.”
“This is really going to hamper the tour, Ajay. We need to either find a way to get this decision appealed,” Elle mumbles the last part as something catches her attention on her phone. “Well someone’s already let the cat out of the bag that you’re here trying to get a divorce. I bet she called the Enquirer.”
“She wouldn’t do that,” I say in defense of Whiskey. “She couldn’t care less about media attention.”
Just then she walks in and rushes toward the back. “When do we leave?”
“After lunch,” Harrison says. I nod, get up from the table and head toward the bar. When Whiskey doesn’t come out, I go through the doors into the kitchen. “Where can I find Jamie?” I ask one of the cooks. He points with his spatula at the door that says “Manager” on it.
I knock twice and she tells me to come in. I do so, opening the door slowly. She’s sitting at the desk, hiding behind a computer. Her eyes meet mine and even though I smile, she frowns.
“What are you doing here?”
I motion toward the dining area. “Lunch.”
“No, back here. Why are you back here?”
“I wanted to talk to you. You ran out of the courtroom before we had a chance to discuss the schedule.”
“What schedule?”
“Whiskey,” I say her name, dragging it out.
“Look, Ajay. I don’t give two shits about what Harvey said, okay? You have your life, and I have mine. They’re not going to magically mesh together and become some cohesive unit for a couple of months. His sentence is stupid, and I’ve told him as much. You can go back on tour and I’ll do my thing here. I’ll tell him you came back if that’s what you want.”
It’s not what I want, at least it wasn’t until now. Sitting in the cell with her made me realize how much I’ve missed her and want her in my life, and yet here she is, offering me an out. She’s willing to lie for me, just so she doesn’t have to see me again.
“I don’t think it’s going to work that way, Whiskey. My lawyer said something about checking in with the clerk every time I come to town.” I shrug and hope she buys my lie.
She throws her pencil down and rests her head in her hands. “I hate Harvey. I swear to all things holy, I’m going to get him back for this.”
Ouch, am I really that much of a bad guy that she doesn’t want to spend a couple of days with me each week?
“What’re you doing tonight because I think we should go over to his house and spray paint it.”
My eyes widen, and I start shaking my head back and forth as my mouth opens to tell her no.
“I’m just kidding, Ajay. I wouldn’t… well, yes I would…but I won’t.”