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mouth, Richard straightened. “Yes, sir. Thank you, Judge Ryan.” The call clicked off and Kate set the clear plastic container holding a deli sandwich down in front of him, along with the can of regular Coke and the prescription bottle. Without missing a beat, she picked up her steno and added a notation regarding the brief, the case number, the time and date it was due.
    “I don’t have a call with Wilkerson. How did you know I needed these?” Richard asked, but he opened the prescription bottle because she was right.
    He
was
due for his medication.
    Losing his spleen meant he had to take supplements regularly. Losing his kidney meant watching his liquid intake, hence the one can of soda he permitted himself per day, but how the hell had Kate known? They hadn’t had a chance to go over any of those details.
    “Ms. Keen kept meticulous notes and set up several reminders in her calendar.” Kate turned the digital pad around and pointed to the message that had popped up.
Remind Richard to take medication.
Must be taken with food.
    “Oh.” Mollified, he popped the can open, and tossed back his two pills. “And Judge Wilkerson?”
    “According to the notes taped to the bottom of her keyboard, there are five judges’ calls never to be missed or ignored. Wilkerson sits at the top of the list and is labeled as a total PIA.” Kate’s voice betrayed no hint of humor, despite the gleam in her eyes. “I hazarded a guess that if the judges’ names warranted that type of documentation, they might give Judge Ryan room to walk back his temper.”
    So she’d noticed the judge’s testy tone growing more recalcitrant through the call. “I don’t think I paid Miranda enough,” Richard mused then took a bite of the sandwich. “When you have a chance, pull Leonard v. Johnson file. I want to go over the previous two continuances. They were from the plaintiff. This is the first time I’ve asked for one. But I have to wonder what pressure the judge is getting.” The judge had been more amenable on the first case he’d called about—one that had begun as a simple divorce—but the plaintiff was a highly respected plastic surgeon and he and his attorney had gone after the soon-to-be ex-wife with everything they had. The sheer malice in their initial filing had incited Richard’s protective instincts and he’d usurped the case from one of his associates. “And put a call into Mrs. Ramsey, let’s see if she has time to sit down with me this week.”
    Kate nodded and added another note to the steno. “You have another phone call in thirty minutes. Do you want me to hold your calls so you can take a break?”
    Did he look tired? Rubbing the back of his neck, he shook his head. “I’d rather get a few letters done. I’m supposed to be at a charity function at six-thirty—oh, that reminds me. Do you have evening wear?”
    “Cocktail or formal?” She’d set the steno down then worked on her tablet.
    “Both, but for tonight—cocktail.” The event was a minor one, but he hadn’t been able to do much for it over the intervening months and he wanted to put in an appearance. “We can go, mingle for about an hour and then get dinner and go over the rest of the week.” He’d devoured most of the sandwich, a hell of a lot hungrier than he’d realized. Of course, he’d skipped lunch to interview Kate then been on the phone since.
    “Very well. I’ll send someone to pick up a dress for me.” She flipped the tablet around and passed it over to him. The case file for Leonard versus Johnson was open. Sliding his finger over the screen, he paged through. Kate retrieved the empty container and the prescription bottle, disposing of the first and returning the latter to the shelf.
    “We can swing by on the way to it, if you think you can change fast.” It would save time. “And I can dictate a few letters in the car.” Richard grimaced and dragged his attention up from the file. “I’m sorry, Miss Braddock, you really