“Are you thinking every other weekend for Rex?” That worked often in custody arrangements that involved children where one parent was the primary caregiver.
“That would work.” Tonya dipped her cookie into her coffee, the liquid dribbling off the tip.
Sadie glanced away, giving the cookie a moment to get itself together.
“I also don’t want him to bring women over. It’ll totally confuse the kids.” Tonya chomped down on the end.
“And you won’t have men over either?” Sadie tried to keep her focus on her pen and paper—really, she did.
Tonya shook her head, dipping and lapping up the coffee from the cookie.
“Eventually, you’ll both probably have new partners,” Sadie pointed out.
“Then we’ll need to take time to explain to the kids how things are.” Tonya shifted uncomfortably. “Also, can you add that we can’t have…” She made a motion with her cookie and Sadie got the message. “…in view of the tanks.”
“To be clear, you mean sex.”
Tonya nodded.
Sadie wrote a side note—a subsection to number two—that there shall be no liaisons where the fish could see.
Of course, number three stated that no sushi or other fish-based ingestible products—including fish oil—are allowed in the home, under any and all circumstances.
Of all the points, this one made the most sense to Sadie.
They wrapped up the meeting, Tonya went on her way, and Sadie headed to meet Roman.
Her phone rang. She paused her trip down the sidewalk and glanced at the caller ID—her office line.
She seriously needed that space. Also, a receptionist.
“Law Office of Sadie Howard, Sadie Howard speaking,” she said, once again ducking to the side.
“Hi Ms. Howard,” a female voice replied. “I’m looking for a divorce attorney and our mutual friend Marlee suggested I call you.”
God bless Marlee.
Also, yay, another client.
A maybe client.
“Absolutely.” Sadie fished a notepad out of her purse. “Let me just get some details and we can schedule a consultation.”
Sadie restrained her excitement as she jotted down the woman—Karen’s—details.
“Let’s sit down face-to-face and go over everything,” Sadie suggested. The sidewalk in Cherry Creek wasn’t the best place to be delivering any sort of personal legal advice. Sort of like the birthday room at Heather’s Cookie Co.
“Where’s your office? I can come there?” Karen asked. “Today would be great if you can spare some time.”
“I’m actually all booked up today, but let me see if I can squeeze you in tomorrow?” Sadie asked. “I can come to you?”
“Oh, I don’t have an office. I’d be more comfortable meeting at your location.”
Looked like it’d be another cookie meeting.
“Sure,” Sadie said. “Let me just see how tomorrow looks, and I’ll be in touch.” Sadie walked purposely toward the flower shop where she was set to meet Roman.
Hanging up with Karen, she strode through the doors of Jase Dvornakov’s shop,The Flower Pot. A cowbell clunked against the glass door when she entered, and the whole place held a fresh floral scent, an insane amount of flowers, and the undertone of eau de hot Dvornakov men.
