Falling for Rachel
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“Just that easy, huh?”
“Yeah.” He lifted his head and smiled down at her. “Just that easy.”
She trailed a finger down his back as she considered. “I’ve got only one thing to say to you, Muldoon.”
“What?”
“All hands on deck.” With a laugh, she rolled on top of him.
And it was very, very easy.
“You’re not being sensible,” she said to Nick as she walked up the courthouse steps beside him, supporting his arm. “It’s the simplest thing in the world to get a postponement under the circumstances.”
“I want it over,” he repeated, and glanced over at Zack.
“I’m with you.”
“Far be it from me to fight the pair of you,” she said in disgust. “If you keel over—”
“I’m not an invalid.”
“You’re two days out of the hospital,” she pointed out.
“Dr. Markowitz gave him the green light,” Zack put in.
“I don’t care what Dr. Markowitz gave him.”
“Rachel.” A little winded from the climb, but still game, Nick shook off her hand. “Stop playing mother.”
“Fine.” She tossed up her hands, then lowered them again to fuss with Nick’s tie, brush the shoulders of his jacket. She caught Zack’s grin over Nick’s shoulder and scowled. “Shut up, Muldoon.”
“Aye, aye, sir.”
“He thinks he’s so cute with the nautical talk.” She stood back to study her client. He was still a little pale, but he would do. “Now, are you sure you remember everything I explained to you?”
“Rachel, you went over the drill a dozen times.” Letting out a huff of breath, he turned to his brother. “Can I have a minute with her?”
“Sure.” Zack tossed a look over his shoulder. “Hands off.”
“Yeah, yeah.” The smirk was back, but it was good-natured rather than nasty. “Listen, Rachel, first I want to tell you how… Well, it was really nice of your family to come by the hospital the way they did. Your mom—” he pushed restless hands in his pockets, then pulled them out again “—bringing me cookies, and all the other stuff. Your father, coming by to hang out and play checkers.”
It should have sounded corny, he reflected. But it didn’t.
“They came to see you because they wanted to.”
“Yeah, but…well, it was nice. I even got a card from Freddie. And the cop—he was okay.”
“Alex has his moments.”
“What I’m trying to say is, whatever happens today, you’ve done a lot for me. Maybe I don’t know where I’m going, but I know where I’m not. I owe that to you.”
“No, you don’t.” Worried she might cry, she made her tone brisk. “A little, sure, but most of it was right here.” She tapped a finger on his heart. “You’re okay, LeBeck.”
“Thanks. One more thing.” He glanced over to be sure Zack was out of earshot. “I know I made things a little sticky before. Zack’s been making noises that you might be moving in. I just wanted you to know that I wouldn’t be in the way.”
“I haven’t decided what I’m going to do. Regardless, you wouldn’t be in the way. You’re family. Got it?”
His lips curved. “I’m getting it. If you decide to throw him over, I’m available.”
“I’ll keep it in mind.” She gave his jacket one last tug. “Let’s go.”
There was no reason to be nervous, she told herself as she led Nick to the defense table. Her statement was well prepared, and she had a sympathetic judge on the bench.
She was terrified.
She rose with the rest of the court when Judge Beckett came in. Ignoring the twisting in her gut, she gave Nick a quick, confident smile.
“Well, well, Mr. LeBeck,” Beckett began, folding her hands. “How time flies. I hear through the grapevine that you ran into a bit of trouble recently. Are you quite recovered?”
“Your Honor…” Puzzled by the break in courtroom routine, Rachel rose.
“Sit, sit, sit.” Beckett gestured with the back of her hand. “Mr. LeBeck, I asked how you’re feeling.”
“I’m okay.”
“Good. I’m also informed that you identified the three desperadoes who broke into Mr. Muldoon’s bar. Three members of the Cobras—an organization with which you were associated, I believe—who are now in custody awaiting trial.”
Rachel tried again. “Your Honor, in my final report—”
“I read it, thank you, Counselor. You did an excellent job. I’d prefer to hear from Mr. LeBeck directly. My question is, why did you identify these men, who a relatively short time ago you chose to protect?”
“Stand up,” Rachel hissed under her breath.
Frowning, Nick complied. “Ma’am?”
“Was the question unclear? Shall I repeat it?”
“No, I got it.”
“Excellent. And your answer?”
“They messed with my brother.”
“Ah.” As if she were a teacher congratulating a much-improved student, Beckett smiled. “And that changes the complexion of things.”
Forgetting all Rachel’s prompting, he took the natural stance. The aggressive one. “Listen, they broke in, busted Rio’s head open, shoved Rachel around and waved guns all over the place. It wasn’t right. Maybe you think turning them in makes me a creep, but Reece was going to shoot my brother. No way he was going to walk from that.”
“What I think it makes you, LeBeck, is a clear-thinking, potentially responsible adult who has grasped not only the basic tenets of right and wrong, but also of loyalty, which is often more valuable. You will likely make more mistakes in your life, but I doubt you will make the kind that will bring you back into my courtroom. Now, I believe the district attorney has something to say.”
“Yes, Your Honor. The state drops all charges against Nicholas LeBeck.”
“All right!” Rachel said, springing to her feet.
“Is that it?” Nick managed.
“Not quite.” Beckett pulled the attention back to the bench. “I get to do this.” She slapped the gavel down. “Now that’s it.”