My associate (and brother) Jackson said he sent a copy of the restraining order to your email.If Gabriel comes home, call 911.Don’t hesitate.
Yes, thank you.I appreciate the fast work.I’ve relocated to a short-term rental off Laurel Canyon Boulevard.He wouldn’t be able to find me here.
Julian’s heart did a funny stutter at the mention of Laurel Canyon.That put her in his neighborhood.Not that it mattered.
Glad to hear you’ve relocated.Let me know if you need anything.I’ll be back to you with next steps in a day or two.
Thanks again for everything.
He sent her two thumbs-up.
“Earth to Jules,” Jordan said.
“Oh, sorry.That was a new client escaping a DV situation.Jackson was waiting for her RO to come through, and I wanted to touch base with her about it.He’s on the way now.”
“Phones away, y’all,” Kaidan said.
The others grumbled, but they put their phones in pockets or purses, as they did whenever they managed to carve out some time to spend together.Otherwise, they’d be tending to work rather than catching up.
“Remingtons!”Their waiter friend Leonardo smiled as he stood at the head of their table.He had dark hair streaked with silver and a warm, welcoming demeanor.“How’s life in the divorce trenches?”
“Busy as always,” Julian said.
“Who’s missing?”Leo asked.
“Jackson,” they all said.
“Let’s get some drinks going while you wait for him.”
Leo took their orders for drinks and more appetizers and promised to be right back.
Jackson arrived a few minutes later, apologizing for being late as he took a seat next to Roman after hugging each of his sisters.“What’s up, bitches?”
“Sit down and shut up, Jack,” Jordan said, attempting a stern expression that made them all laugh.
“Romy, it’s nice to have you with us,” Kaidan said.“We miss you when you’re up at Stanford.”
“I miss you guys, too,” Roman said glumly.“I can’t wait to get back to LA full time.”
“One more semester, and then we’re all done with school,” Griffin said.“That’s hard to believe.”
“How many years has at least one of us been in law school?”Ethan asked.
“Too many,” Gillian said.“Jules, you’re what, thirty-eight?So you would’ve gone… sixteen years ago?So that’s how long one or more of us has been in law school.”
“Except for the smartest one who chose not to waste three years of his life in boring old law school,” Carson reminded them.
“When are you taking the bar?”Jordan asked him.
“July.”
Carson had made a bet with his siblings that he could pass the exam without going to law school.They were holding him to it.
“Roman can help you study,” Jackson said with a smile for their youngest sibling.
“We can do flash cards, Carson,” Roman said.
“Eh, who needs that shit?”Carson said.“I’m going in cold.I’ve been studying by osmosis for years.”
