Page 63 of Over the Line
“He made it clear he wanted to see you again, so stop worrying about what if. Figure out a way to contact him.”
“Or, wait.” Lea snapped her fingers. “Since I’m a private investigator in training, I’ll call Gregorio and chat him up.”
“You’re getting married,” Sydney and Jacqueline insisted simultaneously.
“There is that.” Still, she eyed a chocolate chip cookie.
“And while we’re on that subject, you could listen to me, as well,” Jacqueline said, leveling her best courtroom gaze at Lea. “Just because a guy is good in the sack, you don’t have to marry him.”
This time, with a deep sigh, Lea gave in, grabbing a treat and taking a big bite out of it.
Then, thankfully, the conversation moved on to less fraught topics.
“I want to hear about the judge,” Leaundra said, after devouring a third cookie.
“You’ll never believe it. I didn’t.”
Intrigued, Sydney and Lea both gave Jacqueline their full attention.
“This comes from a court clerk. I usually dismiss gossip, but this is so damn good, I listened to every detail. For once, I don’t even care whether the clerk’s story is reliable or not.”
“Tell us!” Lea urged.
“We all know the judge is a cyclist. He’ll even ride to the courthouse on occasion. Evidently he’s been known to wear cycling shorts under his robe, instead of trousers.”
“Is he hot?” Lea demanded. “Those tight things show off the important stuff.”
Sydney rolled her eyes.
Without responding to Lea’s question, Jacqueline went on. “Apparently when he took off the robe in chambers, he forgot he didn’t have shorts on.”
“Get out!” Leaundra exclaimed. “The judge was naked from the waist down?”
“No. He was wearing a G-string type of arrangement.”
“Type of arrangement?” Sydney prodded. “What does that mean?”
Jacqueline’s lips quivered as she tried to fight back a grin. “Uh…trying to be delicate here. It had a pouch to hold the boys. And the other section was anatomically accommodating. Meaning the material stretches as you grow.”
“Do tell,” Leaundra encouraged.
“I guess he was filling it out, well, not all that impressively. He said it looked like a lime green worm.”
“A cock sock!” Leaundra exclaimed.
“Oh my God, no.” Sydney laughed. She’d seen a lot of interesting outfits at the Den, but nothing quite like that.
“If I’d seen his worm, I’d need therapy,” Jacqueline said. “I’d never be able to argue a case in front of him again.”
They chatted for a few more minutes before Lea announced she was famished—even after devouring a total of four cookies—and suggested they head downstairs for dinner.
This time, they enjoyed expensive cocktails poolside as they ate, reminisced, laughed, and spent more time discussing Lea’s upcoming nuptials.
“I think I want both of you to be my maids of honor.”
“We’ve each had a turn,” Sydney said, pulling a cherry out of her glass.
“Agree,” Jacqueline said.