substance, something gray and ashy on his lapels. He saw her and smiled, and that was enough to make her smile, too.
“Hey, hon,” he said, dropping his briefcase on the floor and joining her. She felt his arms wrap around her, and she hugged him back. “You smell like tannins.”
She held up the glass of Pinot. “Got started early. That kind of day, you know?”
“Do I know.” He went into the kitchen and took out a glass. Not a wine goblet, but a regular drinking glass.
Then he went over to the dining room table where she’d put a stopper in the open bottle. He wrenched out the plug and filled his glass up nearly three-quarters of the way.
Then Amanda watched in both horror and admiration as he downed the entire thing in one gulp. But when he went back for a refill, that’s when she stepped in and took the bottle.
“Let’s talk first,” she said. “That first glass was enough to knock you out.”
He looked at her, then back at the bottle, debating whether it was worth arguing over. Eventually he nodded and went over to the couch, plopping down and emitting a deep sigh as he plunged his head into the soft leather.
“So,” he said, his eyeballs straining to see her from his position. “Tell me about your day.”
“The Morgansterns were in today. They’ve been trying to keep custody of their adopted daughter for the past few months. The birth mother was a crack addict, and her daughter was taken away from her after she left her in an alley wrapped in newspaper. Apparently the mother managed to clean herself up, get a job, and most importantly marry a man with enough money to make a go at challenging for custody. It’s going to be long and it’s going to be ugly.”
“Do you think you can win?” Henry asked.
“I hope so. The adoptive parents deserve to keep the girl. The mother…she might have cleaned up, but there are certain people who you know aren’t good parents. I’ve met her twice, and neither time did she look me in the eye.
Her husband does all the talking. She stands there, hands folded across her lap, like she’s almost embarrassed.”
“You think he’s pressuring her to try and get the daughter back.”
“That’s what I think.”
“Yeah,” Henry said. “You’re gonna win.”
Amanda smiled. Moved over to Henry, clasped his hand, leaned over and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
“Thanks, babe,” Amanda said, moving back to talking distance. “So how was your day? Any good stories? Jack keeping you on your toes?”
Henry looked at her, and immediately Amanda felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her smile disappeared. She’d seen that look before.
“There was an explosion today, on Park Avenue. An apartment…”
“Some lawyer, right?”
“That’s right. Brett Kaiser.”
“I saw that on the news. Terrible. The police are saying they think somebody murdered him.”
Henry looked at her. “I was there.”
Amanda recoiled slightly. “Wait, what?” she said, incredulous. “What do you mean you were there? Like, when the news crews came after the explosion?”
“I mean I was at the explosion. At Brett Kaiser’s apartment building. Kaiser was tied into the story Jack and I have been chasing, and I was at his building trying to get some comments from him. When he left me, he went upstairs to his apartment, and a minute or two later everything just erupted.”
“Oh my God,” Amanda said. She held her hands to her heart, her mouth hanging open, dry. “Oh my God, Henry, are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” he said. “A little ringing in my ears, but it’s going away.”
“You were…there?” she said. He didn’t say anything.
Then Amanda wiped at his lapel, her hand coming away with gray dust. “Is this…”
“Christ,” Henry said, jerking up and going into the bathroom. She heard the water running, and a few minutes later Henry came back out wearing shorts and a
T-shirt. Normally she’d make some sort of suggestive comment about how he looked in shorts, but her mind couldn’t even fathom levity right now. “Sorry about that.
I didn’t even realize it.”
Then Henry actually laughed a little bit. Amanda wanted to join him, but her mouth wouldn’t work. “Hey, baby, you okay?”
Amanda shook her head. She felt her face grow hot, her eyes beginning to water. No, she told herself. She refused to cry. This was what their relationship was. This was what Henry was.
She couldn’t protect him. Not right now. Maybe not ever. If he’d been closer to the explosion…if Kaiser had invited Henry upstairs for an interview…if a chunk of brick or concrete had come down at the right angle…he wouldn’t be here right now.
Amanda stood up. She went over to the table, picked up the wine and took a swig right from the bottle.
When she put it back down and wiped her mouth, she heard Henry whistle from the couch. “That must have felt good.”
Amanda shook her head. “No. Not really.”
“I understand,” he said. “I didn’t mean to joke about it. I know what you must be thinking. I’m fine. Not hurt one bit. They weren’t trying to hurt me. Wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Always seems to be that way,” Amanda said, feeling the wine warming her body, her mind going fuzzy. It felt good, and she didn’t try to stop it.
“You know I don’t mean for things like this to happen,”
Henry said. He walked up behind her, put his arms around her waist, leaned in close. She felt her eyes close, breathed him in, brought her arms around his and held him tight. She felt his breath on her neck, taking her away. “I love you, and I also want to be the best at my job I can possibly be. I’m not scared of chasing stories like this. Maybe I should be, but I’m not. I’ve bee through enough the past few years, a lot of it with you, to the point where I know this is what I’m meant to do.”
“I know it is,” Amanda said. “I’m not sure if I wish it wasn’t, but I know that’s what you are and what you do.
And I’m proud of you. I just…you don’t know what it’s like to hear the person you love say things like that.”
“No, I don’t,” he said. “And God willing, I’ll never have to.”
“I hope not either.” She turned around. Kissed him long and hard. “So, at least tell me this. Did you get anything?”
Henry unwrapped his arms from her and went back to the couch. He sat down, and she joined him. Henry scratched his head. She could tell he’d learned something, and was troubled by it.
“I got a call today. From someone I wasn’t really expecting to hear from, like, ever.”
“Your dad,” Amanda guessed.
“No,” Henry said, somewhat relieved. “But you’re close. Paulina Cole.”
“No freaking way,” she said. “Why the hell would that bitch call you?”
“Something happened to her. Recently. Someone kidnapped her, threatened to kill her daughter.”
“Oh God,” Amanda said. “What happened?”
“The guy let her go, but asked her to do some sort of favor for him. She wouldn’t tell me what she had to do.”
“Was it,” Amanda said, grimacing, “sexual?”
“I didn’t get that feeling. But she wants to find out who this guy is, but can’t go to the cops. My guess is she thinks this guy is connected. And maybe he is.”
“So she came to you,” Amanda said.
