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By contrast, there was nothing beautiful about the gym located above the library. A set of narrow stairs led the way to a long, colorless room filled with weight machines, stationary bikes, and other standard workout equipment. Next to the gym was the aptly named Highest Court in the Land, a basketball court that was the scene of many spirited games played by brilliant attorneys who would all willingly trade their fancy degrees for a chance to play in the National Basketball Association.
This evening, Brad found himself in sole possession of the court. Using one of his patented moves, he faked Kobe Bryant out of his Nikes before firing a three-pointer over Shaquille O’Neal’s outstretched hand. Unfortunately, the ball clanged off the rim, costing the Knicks the NBA championship. Brad swore and jogged dispiritedly to the wall to recover the ball.
“Nice form.”
Brad turned his head and found a pretty brunette about his height, in shorts and a sports bra, watching him from the door that co
“Did you play college hoops?” she asked.
“High school, JV,” he said, unable to lie, though he was tempted. “I was never good enough for a college team.”
“Give it here,” the woman said. Brad tossed her the ball. She glided across the hardwood before firing a shot from the spot where Brad had attempted his three. The ball swished through the net without touching the rim.
“Awesome,” Brad said, reacting to the unexpected grace of the woman’s moves. She laughed. Then she picked up the ball and walked over to Brad. As she drew closer, he realized that she was more than just pretty, and she was definitely sexy, with her flat bare midriff and long smooth legs.
“Did you play in college?” Brad asked.
“Point guard at MIT.”
Of course, Brad thought, feeling more inadequate than usual. He’d been a decent te
The woman thrust out her hand. “Wilhelmina Horst. It’s a horrible name. Everyone calls me Willie. You probably don’t remember, but we met at Happy Hour,” she said, referring to the courtyard get-togethers hosted in turn by each chamber, where the clerks could get to know each other over a beer and eats.
“Oh, yeah,” Brad said, fighting to hide the discomfort he felt being this close to a very attractive, half-naked woman. The guilt the attraction elicited was due to his status as a man engaged to be married. “I didn’t recognize you out of uniform.”
Willie smiled. “I was probably wearing glasses along with my suit. I use contacts when I’m not trying to look lawyerly.”
“Brad Miller.”
“Yeah, I know; the president guy. You’re famous.”
Brad blushed. “I wish I wasn’t. Being a celebrity isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, believe me. It’s actually a big pain in the butt.”
“Oh, come on. Bringing down a president has got to be a rush.”
“Not really. Mostly, I was in a state of terror. So, whom do you clerk for?” Brad asked, desperate to change the topic. Willie wasn’t the first clerk who had tried to pump him for inside dope about the Farrington scandal.
“Millard Price. You clerk for Justice Moss, right?”
Brad nodded.
“My boss is pissed at her.”
“Oh?”
“Something she did at conference with the Woodruff cert petitions upset him.”
Brad’s mental alarm went off. Horst was the second of Price’s clerks to talk to him about Woodruff.
“What did she do?” he asked.
“I don’t know. He was just muttering about Justice Moss when he got back to chambers, and he looked concerned. Your boss didn’t mention Woodruff when she got back from the conference?”
“Not to me. I didn’t work on that one. I don’t even know what it’s about.”
Willie looked directly into Brad’s eyes, making him more nervous than he was already. Then she thrust the ball at him.
“Want to go one-on-one?”
Willie’s voice sounded huskier than it had been moments before. Brad felt something stirring bellow his belt line and tried to control his panic. He looked over Willie’s shoulder at the clock. It was almost eight.
“I should be going. My fiancée is probably waiting to have di
“Maybe some other time?” Willie said, her voice full of promise. She was apparently unfazed by the revelation that Brad had a significant other.
“Not if I want to preserve my dignity,” Brad answered with a nervous laugh. “You’d probably kick my ass.”
Willie smiled. “It would be fun to try. Say, I’ve heard that Justice Moss’s chamber is decorated with really interesting civil rights memorabilia.”
“It is.”
“Any chance you can give me a tour some evening, after work, when she’s gone?”
“Uh, sure, maybe.”
“Good.”
“I really have to go. Gi
“Right. Nice talking to you again.”
Brad left the gym sweating more than he had when he was working out. The questions about Woodruff had raised a red flag. Something was up, and he decided he should tell his boss about his conversations with Millard Price’s clerks as soon as he had a chance.
Brad took a quick shower, then headed down to his office to call Gi
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“Unfortunately, I do,” Brad said as he flashed back to the bad old days at the law firm in Portland.
“I love you, and I’ll see you at home.”
“You’ll probably be too tired for wild sex,” Brad said, half joking and still aroused by his encounter with Willie Horst.
“Or any other kind.”
Brad laughed. “Just kidding. I’m pretty beat myself. You’re the best.”
They traded kisses and Brad hung up. He smiled. Willie Horst might be sexy, but she was no Gi
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