I finished my WIP, Exposed, but I'm going to share a few excerpts before pulling it.Our word prompt for the day is raid. Back at the dinner party, Tonya is waiting for Will to explain his situation.
“You’re right. I started seeing Erica because I thought we’d have a relationship. When it didn’t work out, we hung out like two guys. Of course, I never realize how true that comparison was until now. I spent almost eighteen months hanging with Erica. When she decided to go off and do her man thing, I had no one really. Most people thought I was devastated because she left. I would have still hung out with her, I mean him, but Eric was into this whole new lifestyle . Work filled the emptiness. Plenty of men advised me to get out there and find a new woman. I wasn’t looking for a new woman. I lost my best friend, not a woman. Does that make any sense?”
“It does. Yeah, more than you know. It was odd just cutting you off like that. It’s happened to me before when a friend got married, moved away or when I changed jobs. It made me wonder if I ever mattered or if our relationship was just convenient. After switching jobs, I missed my old co-workers and decided to swing by and see them. It had only been a couple of weeks. The frosty reception I got must have been similar to the ones given to Viking raiding parties. Unfortunately, I didn’t score any loot, just hurt feelings."
Will picked up his empty glass and just looked at it. Lynne swooped in with a full water glass and left it causing him to blink before commenting.
“Would you say our hosts are being a bit odd? I know Marc is my friend, but even for him, this is different behavior.” He angled his head to the doorway where the two remained out of sight.
His remark broke the tension causing her to laugh. “Yeah, I think they are concerned about us. Marc about you not dating. As for me, there’s a list.”
Rubbing the back of his neck, he half-heartedly chuckled. “I doubt it could be that bad. As far as dating, it’s not that I don’t want to. I’ve sorta gotten out of the habit. My line of work makes it hard too.”
She tried to remember what he did. “You only work with men?”
“Oh no, I see plenty of women usually angry women who hate men, in general. I am a divorce lawyer. It doesn’t give me much to hope for as far as relationships go. Hurt, angry people sit in my office every day. I'm grateful for invitation from Marc and Lynne to see what a happily married couple looks like.”
A murmur of approval came from the kitchen.
If all he did was deal with angry men grumbling about betrayal, no doubt his view on womankind sucked. Probably wouldn’t be understanding about Clint spreading her photos on the Internet. Nope, he’d probably see it as a natural consequence. Too bad, Will seemed okay. Then again, maybe she was assuming too much.
“Um, do you ever represent women?” If he did, it would give him a chance to see a woman’s view. It would let him see divorce wasn’t always the woman’s fault.
A long whistle greeted her inquiry. “Do I? That’s mainly all I do. I trained for corporate law, but this opening occurred in a big deal firm. My mentor advised me to take it since he knew the senior partners and could give me the bump over the other candidates. I did.”
Crossing her arms, she considered that it must be nice to have people to help you into sweet jobs. “What happened then?”
Rolling his eyes upward, Will pushed back a little from the table finding the same rug resistance, he settled for tilting the chair back on two back legs. “Clifford and Barrows had a real estate division, which was my original goal, but first I had to learn divorce law. It didn’t make sense, but as a newbie the senior partner took me through a harrowing experience of dealing with couples who’d experienced love gone wrong.”
Clifford and Barrows, she recognized the name. Their provocative billboards with airbrushed models lounging about in various states of undress. The slogan was something about life being too short to endure a bad marriage. There was also some other line about hiring them before your spouse does.