Part 51 (1/2)

I sat back thinking, G.o.d, Olivia was so totally dumb. First, she had Brock and killed that dead. Then she had Dade and did the same.

Complete idiot.

”That's very nice but I'm good,” I told him and he nodded again.

Then he announced, ”Although the subject matter I've come to discuss is unpleasant, my reason for coming to discuss it with you is not. I see you're uncertain about our chat but I wish you to know that, before I leave, you'll be happy I came.” He paused before he finished, ”I hope.”

”So you're saying I shouldn't play poker,” I joked and he smiled.

”Definitely not.”

”Okay then, sock it to me,” I invited.

He sat back and rested a hand on the manila ensconced mystery items beside his plate. I looked down at them then up at him when he started talking.

”I've been in contact with my attorneys. They're poised to file divorce papers and will be doing this next week. Once they're filed, I'll be giving Olivia two weeks to find alternate accommodation.”

Oh man. Time had run out. And although Brock's lawyer was pus.h.i.+ng Olivia as well as doing what he could do at the courthouse to get something done, and soon, about custody, as they do, the wheels were grinding slowly. Brock's attorneys had learned that Olivia had just hired her own attorney two days ago and the first thing he did was pour cement on the proceedings. Fast-drying cement. Guardian ad litem cement. She wasn't going to sit down and discuss it. She was going to drag it out as long as possible which figured since she was a b.i.t.c.h and didn't give a s.h.i.+t about her kids. It also sucked just because she was a b.i.t.c.h and didn't give a s.h.i.+t about her kids.

He continued, ”I have a prenuptial agreement with Olivia. If we were to dissolve the marriage for anything other than infidelity, she would have walked away a very wealthy woman. Unfortunately, we will be dissolving the marriage due to a variety of reasons and one of those is infidelity. The clause in the prenuptial is that, if she were to be unfaithful to me, she would walk away with nothing and this, my attorneys a.s.sure me, is ironclad so this, my attorneys a.s.sure me, she will do.”

Well, good.

Kind of.

”Okay,” I said when Dade said no more.

He looked at me then he looked out the window then he looked at the manila folder and envelope under his hand then he sighed.

Then he looked back at me and said quietly, ”I've known Joey and Rex now for nearly four years.”

My heart started beating harder.

”Yes?” I prompted.

”They're good boys.”

”Yes,” I whispered, ”they are.”

”After what happened here a few weeks ago and, I'll say now, I'm sorry that happened to you and the boys. Although I heard it from her perspective I know what most likely happened and I'm certain it was unpleasant.”

”Unpleasant is one word you could use,” I told him, he gave me his solemn smile again and went on.

”Well, after that, she has been doing nothing but ranting about you, about Lucas, and she does not hide this from the boys.”

”I know,” I said, ”they tell their Dad.”

And they did, or at least Joel did. That cell Olivia bought him was in overdrive. Brock had been fielding calls from an alternately anxious and fed up Joey since it happened.

Surprisingly, Brock was keeping cool about this but he really had no choice. Joel needed patience, understanding and a listening ear, not more intense emotion.

It was me who dealt with the sandpaper atmosphere after Brock hung up with his son. And my tactics were sometimes beer, sometimes bourbon and sometimes b.l.o.w.j.o.bs.

All, luckily, worked a charm.

So far.

Dade nodded before he remarked, ”I do not see good things for their immediate future.”

”You and me both,” I agreed.

”I do not want that for them.”

I held my breath and nodded.

He leaned forward and as he did, he slid the manila envelope and folder toward me. Then he leaned back, leaving it in front of me.

”My private investigator's reports and photos,” he stated, I blinked and let out a heavy breath then sucked in a heavier one. ”Copies, of course.”

”Dade,” I whispered.

”Also, I've made a sworn affidavit as to her behavior subsequent to our marriage, specifically her behavior around the boys and also the escalation of it once your relations.h.i.+p with Lucas became known to her. That's what's in the envelope.”

Oh my G.o.d.

”Dade,” I repeated on a whisper.

”She is not a fit mother for a variety of reasons and those doc.u.ments explain them all. I'll have my attorneys call Lucas's attorneys to let them know, if the affidavit is not enough, I will stand as a witness should this go to trial.”

I said not a word, just stared at him.

”I believe, with what I've given you, there will be enough that this doesn't see a courtroom. However, I will also be doing my utmost for Joey and Rex to try, if it does, to make this happen quickly. Joel, I can see, is learning to stand up for himself and his brother.

This is difficult to witness no matter how proud I am of him for doing it and I am proud and have found quiet moments to tell him so. But it's difficult because Olivia is not taking kindly to it. That will likely continue and also escalate. Something must be done and I have...” he hesitated then said, ”contacts. ”

When he said no more, I asked, ”Contacts?”

”Friends,” he replied.

”Friends?” I was still not getting it.

”Friends, Tess, friends who wear robes and command gavels.”

Oh.

My.

G.o.d.

Dade kept speaking. ”Once I leave here, I'll be making calls.”