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waves behind her. Her movements were fluid, uninhibited. Like a stripper on the East Side , he thought. He glanced around the club to see how many other guys were thinking the same thing. His eyes met Andy Rinehart's. They both laughed a little and Andy waved his hand like a fan in front of his face. He had to get her out of there before she became the talk of the town.
 
    "Come on, Jenny," he said, catching her by the waist in midgyration. "You've got work tomorrow. We need to get you home to bed."
    She let her arms fall. Her face was inches from his and she stared at him, unwavering. "Well, that would be fun, too."
    Her statement caught him off guard and his throat tightened; she had never said anything so directly sexual to him before. But then, she'd never been so drunk with him before.
 
    "Where's your car?"
    "In the garage," she said, still moving to the music as he led her out of the bar.
    " Which garage?"
 
    "The same one I always park in."
    He sighed. "Across from the stadium?"
    "Yep, but my keys are in my office," she said, giggling, as if somehow it was funny that she was in one place and her keys were in another.
    Shit . It had been more than eight years since Jack had set foot in Newman's offices, and he didn't relish the thought of doing it now.
 
     
    Somehow he managed to get her across the street and into the lobby of her building without running into anyone. The ride in the elevator up to the twenty-third floor felt familiar, as though so many years hadn't passed since the last time he'd been there. Everything was the same, just as he'd remembered. The elevator looked the same—the mirrored walls, the chrome railing—even the midnight-blue carpet was identical.
    His luck ran out when they stepped out of the elevator and into the firm's lobby.
    "Jack! Is that you?" The voice boomed from down the hall to his left.
    Oh, God, of all people . It was his old boss, Steve Mendelsohn. What the hell was he doing here at this hour? Mendelsohn, together with Rob Kollman, was a co-chair of Newman's litigation department. Jack quickly reminded himself that he had been away from the firm for more than eight years, during which time he had become a successful prosecutor; he had probably tried more cases in the past year than Mendelsohn had tried in the last ten. He had no reason to be intimidated by this man anymore.
 
    Jack forced a smile as Mendelsohn approached.
    "Hey, Steve, how are you?" Jack extended his hand.
    "Jack, my boy, it's been too long."
    Yeah, right .
 
    "What brings you up here?"
    "I'm walking Jenny to her car. We just came from the bar association dinner. She left the keys in her office."
    Only then did Mendelsohn acknowledge Jenny's presence. His eyes traveled the length of her long body, both lecherous and disapproving at the same time. Jenny straightened her posture as she mumbled, "Hello," and Jack wasn't sure whether it was her way defending herself or was an instinctive response to being looked at like that. Despite his earlier, internal pep talk, Jack felt himself getting worked up over the jerk.
    "You two are still friends? That's great. I love it how you kids are able to have a social life outside of work. That's really great."
    Jack wanted to tell Mendelsohn that he was thirty-five years old and had two kids of his own. But he knew Mendelsohn still thought of him as unformed larva, fresh out of law school. So he restrained himself—barely. "You should try it, Steve. It is great."
    Mendelsohn looked at him curiously, then let out a deep, low laugh and patted him on the back. "How's life at the DA's office treating you? You keeping those drunk drivers off the streets?"
    To hell with restraint . "Actually, I just tried the Adler murder case. I'm sure you read about it in the papers."
 
    "Oh, that was you?" Mendelsohn asked.
    "Yup, that was me. The jury returned a guilty verdict just today." Jack hoped Mendelsohn was beginning to realize that the man standing in front of him was not the same