The Quickie

Chapter 106

AT FIRST PAUL FROZE.

Then spasms of shock, fear, concern, and sorrow crossed his face. For a second, I thought he was going to bolt and start booking for the park exit.

Instead, he suddenly sagged down on the bench and put his head between his knees.

"Where do you want me to start?" he finally said quietly as he rubbed his temples.

"Let's see," I said, tapping my finger against my lower lip. "There are so many choices. How about the first time you cheated on me? Maybe the time you robbed a ticket broker at the Sheraton? Or no, no, no. The day you secretly got married. Wait, I've got it. My favorite. Tell me about the time you had a baby without me!"

Scalding tears ran down the sides of my face.

"I was barren and you needed to have a kid? Was that it? 'Sorry, Lauren, you sterile waste of life. I need to be fruitful and multiply with some other woman behind your back'?"

"That wasn't it," Paul said, looking at me, then out at his daughter. "She was an accident."

"You think that matters in the slightest?" I said, my face raw with anger.

Paul wiped at his eyes and looked at me.

"Just give me a second," he said, standing. "Then I'll tell you. I want to tell you everything."

"How considerate," I said.

Paul rolled the bike over to where the na

"Imelda works for the people next door. She'll take Caroline back. Why don't we walk and talk. I knew this had to happen someday."

I shook my head. "I didn't."

Chapter 107

"IT WAS ALMOST FIVE YEARS AGO," Paul said as we took the strolling path at the park's perimeter.

"I picked the short straw on that bullshit analyst's-convention thing in DC, remember? I was pissed off. Things weren't going real well between me and you and… Anyway, I was in the lounge at the Sheraton, nice room, piano bar, trying to drink away the memory of yet another ludicrous meeting, when this loud, drunken moron storms in and demands that the Patriots game be put on."

"I want to hear about your secret family, Paul. Not some stupid hotel bar story," I spat.

"I'm getting there," Paul said. "Every time there's a first down, this character has another shot of orange brandy. In the middle of the fourth quarter, he downs his eighth or ninth shot and proceeds to throw up all over the bar.

"I'm talking projectile action! As the bartender tosses him out, I look over and Veronica, who was standing on the other side of the guy, is staring at me, wide-eyed as I am. And I said, 'Let's just be glad he didn't stay for the postgame celebration.' That's how we met."

"Wow, that's sweet and kind of fu

Paul looked at me.

"I can argue or I can explain. Not both."

"Or get shot in the testicles," I said. "You left that one out."

"Shall I continue, Lauren?" he asked.

"If you please would," I said. "I can't wait to hear the rest of this riveting tale."

"So, basically, she invites me to have a drink with her. It was i

"Veronica keeps staring at him, and then she says that she knows him. Turns out, Veronica used to be a Tampa Bay Buccaneers cheerleader."

"Football?" I said, tilting my head. "That's fu

"She used to go out with one of the Tampa Bay assistant coaches," Paul continued, "and she said she remembered the guy at the bar buying Super Bowl tickets from her old boyfriend. She tells me the stocky guy is some kind of bigwig shady ticket broker. She points to the briefcase the guy is carrying and says it's probably full of hundred-dollar bills. We drink some more and talk about what we would do with that kind of money. Finally, Veronica stands up to go."

Paul stopped walking and peered at me.

"You sure you want to hear this?"

"You want to protect my feelings now?" I said. "Of course I want to hear the punch line."

Paul nodded as if pained.

" 'I dare you,' she whispers in my ear. 'I'm in two-oh-six.' And off she goes.

"So, I sit and drink. Three scotches later, I see this stocky guy get up, carrying his briefcase. I let him leave. But then I find myself on my feet, following him. Just as a joke, I kept telling myself. No way I'm going to rob anybody. But I follow him to his room.

"Then, I don't know what got into me. I was wasted, upset, alone, and excited all at once. A couple of minutes later, I knock on the guy's door, and when he opens it, I'm punching him in the face."

Paul and I both stepped out of the way as a bike messenger zipped between us.

"Wait a second," I said. "The report said you had a gun."

Paul shook his head.

"No, we just fought. He must have made that up in order to make himself look better. He was strong. He bloodied my nose with a shot, but I was too scared to lose. I just teed off on him until he went down. Then I grabbed the briefcase, and I ran."

"To two-oh-six?" I said.

"To two-oh-six," Paul said with a grim nod.

Chapter 108

I STUMBLED ALONG the path like the sole survivor of a terrorist bombing. I remembered where we were in our marriage at the time. Not a good place. It was after we'd learned we couldn't become parents. A year of having sex like it was a science experiment. Paul having to humiliate himself with plastic cups in specialist after specialist's bathrooms. All for nothing.

We'd turned on each other then. We didn't a

I decided that I couldn't care less.

I suddenly stopped short and slapped Paul. Hard! As hard as I could!

"Keep going?" he said as he rubbed his jaw.

"Good guess," I said.

"I wake up the next morning, and at first I have no idea where I am or what's happened the night before. On the desk are two neatly divided piles of hundred-dollar bills. Veronica is sitting there in a bathrobe, pouring coffee. Fifteen minutes later, I'm walking out of her room with a gym bag full of four hundred thousand dollars."

I shook my head. I was actually asleep, wasn't I? Dreaming this.

No, I realized. I was tripping. Somewhere along the course of this bizarre day, I'd been drugged. I rubbed my eyes. Paul goes off on a business trip and pulls off a heist?

I asked the next logical question. "What did you do with the money?"

"Caymans," Paul said. "A buddy of mine on the trading desk was going down there. He set it up for me. If there's a good side to this, it's that. Four-plus years of extremely aggressive investing later, we're looking at a little over one point-two million."

I tried to let that rather large sum sink in. I was experiencing major difficulties, though.

Paul continued, "Three months after I stole the money, I get a call that puts ice in my blood. It's Veronica. She tells me she's pregnant. At first I'm insane. I tell her I want a paternity test, I want to talk to my lawyer, but she says to calm down, she's not going to boil any rabbits. She just wanted to be nice. She thought I should know that I had a daughter coming into the world. Whatever I wanted to do was up to me.

"So I debated and didn't do anything for a long time, but eventually I went down to meet Caroline. One thing led to another, and well… One day a week, I take the shuttle down here and become Daddy."

"For the past four years?" I said. "Work knows about this?"