no makeup, and wet hair, she was beautiful. He stood, walked behind her and kissed her on the cheek. "I love you," he whispered.
She clutched his hand on her shoulder. "Go take a shower. I'll fix breakfast."
The table was arranged to perfection. Her grandmother's china was taken from the cabinet and used for the first time in the new home. Candles were lit in silver candlesticks. Grapefruit juice was poured in the crystal tea glasses. Linen napkins that matched the tablecloth were folded on the plates. When he finished his shower and changed into a new Burberry glen plaid, he walked to the dining room and whistled.
"What's the occasion?"
"It's a special breakfast, for a special husband."
He sat and admired the china. The food was warming in a covered silver dish. "What'd you cook?" he asked, smacking his lips. She pointed and he removed the lid. He stared at it.
"What's this?" he asked without looking at her.
"Veal piccata."
"Veal what?"
"Veal piccata."
He glanced at his watch. "I thought it was breakfast time."
"I cooked it for dinner last night, and I suggest you eat it."
"Veal piccata for breakfast?"
She grinned firmly and shook her head slightly. He looked again at the dish, and for a second or two analyzed the situation.
Finally, he said, "Smells good."
Chapter 8
Saturday morning he slept in and didn't get to the office until seven. He didn't shave, wore jeans, an old button-down, no socks and Bass loafers. Law school attire.
The Capps agreement had been printed and reprinted late Friday. He made some further revisions, and Nina ran it again at eight Friday night. He assumed she had little or no social life, so he didn't hesitate to ask her to work late. She said she didn't mind overtime, so he asked her to work Saturday morning.
She arrived at nine, wearing a pair of jeans that would fit a nose guard. He handed her the agreement, all two hundred and six pages, with his latest changes, and asked her to run it for the fourth time. He was to meet with Avery at ten.
The office changed on Saturday. All of the associates were there, as well as most of the partners and a few of the secretaries. There were no clients, thus no dress code. There was enough denim to launch a cattle drive. No ties. Some of the preppier ones wore their finest starched Duckheads with heavily starched button-downs and seemed to crackle when they walked.
But the pressure was there, at least for Mitchell Y. McDeere, the newest associate. He had canceled his bar review meetings on Thursday, Friday and Saturday, and the fifteen notebooks sat on the shelf, gathering dust and reminding him that he would indeed become the first member to flunk the bar exam.
At ten the fourth revision was complete, and Nina ceremoniously laid it on Mitch's desk and left for the coffee room. It had grown to two hundred and nineteen pages. He had read every word four times and researched the tax code provisions until they were memorized. He marched down the hall to his partner's office and laid it on the desk. A secretary was packing a mammoth briefcase while the boss talked on the phone.
"How many pages?" Avery asked when he hung up.
"Over two hundred."
"This is quite impressive. How rough is it?"
"Not very. That's the fourth revision since yesterday morning. It's almost perfect."
"We'll see. I'll read it on the plane, then Capps will read it with a magnifying glass. If he finds one mistake he'll raise hell for an hour and threaten not to pay. How many hours are in this?"
"Fifty-four and a half, since Wednesday."
"I know I've pushed, and I apologize. You've had a tough first week. But our clients sometimes push hard, and this won't be the last time we break our necks for someone who pays us two hundred dollars an hour. It's part of the business."
"I don't mind it. I'm behind on the bar review, but I can catch up."
"Is that little Hudson twerp giving you a hard time?"
"No."
"If he does, let me know. He's only a five-year man, and he enjoys playing professor. Thinks he's a real academic. I don't particularly like him."
"He's no problem."
Avery placed the agreement in the briefcase. "Where are the prospectus and other documents?"
"I've done a very rough draft of each. You said we had twenty days."
"We do, but let's get it done. Capps starts demanding things long before their deadlines. Are you working tomorrow?"
"I hadn't planned on it. In fact, my wife has sort