and alimony, you’re getting half the assets, and he’s not happy. This may be a way to convince you to settle for less.”
Lake’s stomach began to knot in both anger and fear. Her kids were hardly babies—Will was nine and Amy eleven—but the thought of losing them sickened her. It was tough enough turning them over to Jack every other weekend.
“Does—does he have a chance?” Lake asked.
“I don’t think so. From what I can determine, you’ve been a terrific mother. But we need to proceed carefully and guard our flank. Tell me a little more about your work—what are the hours like?”
“Because of everything with the divorce, I only have one new client right now—a private fertility clinic. I don’t even work a forty-hour week.”
His brows knitted in incomprehension and she realized he’d forgotten what she did for a living.
“My consulting business,” she clarified. “I develop marketing strategies—for clients in the health and beauty industries.”
“Yes, yes, of course. Sorry, I forgot the details. Well, that’s excellent. You’ve scaled back. No one can accuse you of being a workaholic and turning over the care of your kids to a cadre of Jamaican nannies.”
“No, no one could say that at all.” Lake hesitated for a second. “Before I started my business two years ago, I did have a regular job—at a luxury cosmetic company. The hours weren’t brutal, but I sometimes didn’t get home till six-thirty or so. And I had to travel.”
She felt a trickle of sweat run down her neck. She’d been damn proud of her job back then—would Jack dare to turn that against her? From the start of their marriage he’d been so supportive, especially after Will was born and the working-mother equation became even crazier to solve. “You can’t not work, Lake,” he’d said. “You’re so good at what you do.” It was impossible to believe that the man she’d fallen for fourteen years ago had become this vindictive.
“How much travel?” Hotchkiss asked.
“Well, not every week,” she said. “Not even every month. But I went to L.A. a couple of times a year. To London once a year.”
He scribbled a few notes, his red face scrunched in consternation, as if she’d just announced she’d recently been in rehab for addiction to crack cocaine.
“But that’s hardly out of the norm,” she said. “How can that—?”
“It shouldn’t present a problem,” Hotchkiss said, shaking his head. “I just need to be fully informed. Do you presently spend a good amount of time with the kids?”
“Yes, of course. We do have a nanny slash housekeeper, but only part-time. She’s off now because the kids are at sleepaway camp.”
“When they return, you have to make them your number-one priority. When school starts, you escort them there yourself—not the nanny.”
“I’d do that anyway,” she said. She couldn’t believe she had to defend herself this way.
Hotchkiss raised his beefy fingers to his lips steeple-style for a moment, and then lowered them.
“So you’ve had a little free time this summer,” he said. “Have you been up to the Catskills? You kept the weekend house, right?”
“Yes, I kept the house in Roxbury,” she said, wondering what that had to do with anything. “Jack wasn’t interested in it anymore—he wanted a place in the Hamptons. But I actually haven’t been up there at all this summer since the kids have been at camp. I’ve just stayed in Manhattan.”
He offered a tight smile, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“Are you seeing anyone right now?” he asked after a moment.
So that’s what he’d been getting at. In her agitated state, she was briefly tempted to respond with sarcasm, to say that at age forty-four she’d discovered the thrills of being a cougar, an older woman with a taste for young hotties. But Hotchkiss wouldn’t be amused. He’d probably never even heard the word cougar used that way.
“No, no one,” she admitted.
Hotchkiss sighed. “I’m glad to hear it. Technically there’s nothing wrong with dating now—or even having a sexual relationship with someone—as long as it doesn’t impact negatively on the kids. But during a custody dispute you don’t want to give even a hint of impropriety. This is not the time to bring a new man around the kids. Definitely do not bring a man into your home whether the kids are there or not. In fact, the smartest thing for you to do right now is socialize in groups.”
Not that there was a slew of dates to be canceled, but here was yet another thing Jack