"How long will you be there today?" he questioned, not hiding his irritation.
"Don't worry. I'll have Gina drop me back at home so you can watch football uninterrupted."
"It's not that baby. We haven't seen each other all weekend. I work through the week and now you will be working mostly weekends and some evenings during the week. When will we have our time?"
"We'll figure it out Trey."
I leaned over and gave him a kiss before I got out of the car. Gina's car was in the lot along with the cleaning crew's van. We were out of there in about an hour and a half. I mentioned to her as she drove me home about Tristan's interest in the club. I hoped she would be receptive to it.
"Hey I've got no problem with hearing his proposal tomorrow," she said. "It just better not include that blonde bitch he's engaged to."
"Not too many people in the Libby fan club it seems," I replied. "Finally you and Trey agree on something."
"So the Hot Nazi doesn't care for her either?"
"He can't stand her. Are you surprised?"
She shrugged and continued driving.
"What Gina?"
"Well I didn't say anything the other night because it was obvious that you were already knee-deep in drama, but that chick was all over Trey every time Tristan went to piss or got another drink at the bar."
"What?" I screeched, fuming that Gina had not told me this until now.
"Calm down Tylar. It wasn't like Trey reciprocated or asked for the attention. You know damn well I'd have taken action on my own if that was the case."
"Define 'all over Trey' for me please."
"Well she would touch him you know? Like if she laughed she would toss her hair back and brush her hand against his shoulder or chest. Lean into him - stuff like that. I could tell Trey was not comfortable with it at all."
I relayed to Gina the episode this afternoon at the restaurant with Libby.
"You know Ty, Tristan is a gorgeous man and Libby is pretty enough I guess, but it seems to me that he is way too good for her."
"I totally agree. I think his whole blindness to her is because he really wants marriage and a family. I'd like to think that Trey and I might have played a part in influencing him in that direction."
Gina gave me a sidelong glance.
"What?"
"Does Tristan have a clue as to how much you two fight?"
"We don't fight that much Gina. We just disagree at times but then we work it out."
"I guess you're right. It seems to be working whatever it is. See you tomorrow girlfriend."
She dropped me at the curb and I went through the lobby of our apartment building. Trey was stretched out on the couch watching football when I got in. Preston was napping.
I kicked my boots off and curled up on the couch with Trey. He pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me. I ended up falling asleep in his arms.
He woke me when the game was over asking me if I was hungry.
"I am but I don't feel like cooking anything," I whined.
We ordered a pizza to be delivered. Preston was awake so I went ahead and bathed her while we waited for the pizza. I dressed her in pajamas and put her in her playpen with her favorite toys.
Trey brought our pizza into the living room so he could watch the later games. He had a bottle of beer and had poured a glass of wine for me. I dug into the pizza. I sipped on the wine slowly as I had a one glass limit while still nursing.
"Trey, can I ask you something?"
"Sure baby," he replied wiping his mouth with a napkin as he grabbed another slice of pizza.
"Has Libby hit on you?"
He paused with the slice of pizza in midair.
"What did Gina tell you?"
(Hmm. There must be more than what Gina told me or maybe something happened Gina didn't see. . .)
"Never mind what Gina told me. I want to hear your version of it."
"I should have told you sooner Tylar. I'm sorry. Gina was eyeballing us all evening so I imagine she just couldn't wait to tell you."
I was starting to get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach but I needed to stay calm. I needed him to tell me what he thought I already knew. I downed the rest of my wine.
"I'm waiting to hear your version of this Trey."
"The other night at the club, Tristan got up to use the restroom. Libby was telling me a joke that she had heard at work. Naturally it was one of those X-rated jokes but it was funny and I laughed. She was laughing too and then she sort of leaned into me and put her hand on my crotch and started feeling around."
"And you did nothing," I hissed as if that is what I was led to believe.
"That's a lie!" he shouted, startling Preston from her play.
She started to fuss so I went over to pick her up.
My heart was pounding. I sat back down with her in my lap. She put her thumb in her mouth and leaned back against me watching Trey.
"Let's keep our voices down Trey. No need to upset the baby," I said calmly. "Go on."
"If Gina told you that I did nothing then she is lying," he said calmly, smiling to act as if everything was okay for Preston's benefit.
"I promptly lifted her hand from my crotch and asked her what the hell she thought she was doing. Her response was that she dreamed of doing both Tristan and I together - in bed I mean."
"Yes, I gathered that much Trey," I replied sweetly, bestowing a smile back to him.
"Why haven't you told Tristan?"
"I don't know. I'm conflicted. What if she tells him she was just kidding? What if she tells him I made it up? That could do irreparable damage to Tristan and my relationship. Of course since Gina saw the whole thing and saw fit to tell you her version of it then I suppose she would be no help in validating it with Tristan."
I needed to come clean with Trey about Gina's involvement or he would dislike her that much more than he did.
"Gina didn't say anything to me about her fondling your junk," I stated, picking up another slice of pizza as I balanced Preston on my lap.
"What?"
"Hey you are the one that jumped to that conclusion. The only thing that Gina told me was that Libby was all over you and that you didn't reciprocate. So I will thank you very much to not make a snap judgment about my BFF."
Trey started to say something more but his Blackberry chimed. He pulled it from his pocket to answer. I finished my slice of pizza as Trey took his call to the study.
I took Preston into the kitchen and got her settled into her high chair for dinner. I fed her some pureed carrots and squash. She seemed to love all of the orange veggies. I got her sippy cup out that I was encouraging her to use as I weaned her off of breast milk. I poured some of my pumped milk into it and set it on the tray of her high chair.
Trey came into the kitchen just as I was helping her use the cup to drink. He had a serious look on his face. I hoped it was not bad news.
"That was the deputy D.A. giving us a courtesy call. Your moth---Maggie has been extradited back to Georgia. She will be transported to the jail here tomorrow."
"What does that mean for us?" I asked.
"It means that she will be arraigned, make her pleading against the charges, get legal representation and the criminal litigation process starts for her here."
"Will she be able to get out on bond?"
The thought of Maggie being out amongst the general population in the city where we lived was frightening for me.
"That's what I was discussing with the Deputy D.A. just now. Nothing is for certain but she will be considered a major flight risk so they are going to go very high with her bond if she is granted one at all. Please don't worry baby."
"That's easy to say Trey but up until this minute I hadn't really thought about her coming back other than in the abstract. It's real now. We know that she had assistance from at least one person in the area, maybe more. She has always been resourceful that way. At least you will be here with us. Now is the time I want that 'over-protectiveness' to kick in counselor."
I smiled at him for reinforcement. His face remained serious.
"I have to go to Baton Rouge this week baby."
"Why and for how long?"
"I have to make an oral argument and present briefs in a class action suit Harmon and I are handling in front of the Judicial Panel on Multidistrict Litigation. We are trying to consolidate cases that are pending in another district court and lump them together under one federal jurisdiction. It may be a couple of days."
Then I recalled what this was about. This was the case that had to go in front of the panel of seven federal judges one having a name similar to mine. I had meant to ask Trey about that numerous times but had always seemed to get side-tracked.
"I want to go with you," I blurted.
"What? Baby if you don't want to be alone why don't you have Gina come stay here with you while I'm gone, okay?"
"It’s not that Trey. It's about one of the federal judges that sits on that judicial panel. I remember seeing his name when I was working at the firm the day Preston was taken. I meant to ask you about him then but with all that's happened it slipped my mind. His name is mine only backwards."
Trey's confusion was apparent.
"His name is Preston James Tylar. His C.V. states that he was appointed as a federal judge in 1990 - the same year that I was born. He serves as an appellate court judge in Baton Rouge when not serving on the JPML."
"Tylar I am impressed with your knowledge of this particular judge but I still don't understand why you want to go with me."
"I know it sounds bizarre Trey, but something hit me when I saw his name that day at the firm when I was entering the data in Harmon's court calendar. I can't describe it but I just know that I have to see him."
"Tylar I have no issue taking you with me but I'm not sure how much you will be able to see. These hearings are similar to state Supreme Court arguments where you get so many minutes to state your case and pitch your argument. Literally when the red light in the front by the judges illuminates it means to shut up and go back to your seat."
"What time is your hearing scheduled? We can get there early to make sure we sit up front."
"It doesn't work that way baby. The dockets are called at random beginning at 8 a.m. each morning so we may simply sit there or have to hang out in the hallway until our docket gets called. It's not like a court hearing you've seen on television where the defendants sit up front at a table facing the judges and the plaintiffs sit at the table on the opposite side."
"Trey just please humor me on this one?"
"Hey you've got it babe. Just be prepared to be bored and perhaps disappointed. I think you're putting too much stock on the fact that some judge has a name similar to yours only backwards."
"I'll take the risk," I assured him.
"What are you going to do about Preston? We'll be there overnight."
"I'll have Gina come stay with here with her and then Jean can watch her while Gina works."
"Well you better get that lined up because we leave Tuesday on an afternoon flight. I'll have to make your reservation tonight."
"Thank you Trey," I smiled up at him, "I love you."
I disappeared to our room to make the arrangements with Gina and Jean leaving Trey to finish feeding Preston.
I was taking a bubble bath an hour later when Trey came in and said he had added my reservation to the same flight.
"Where's the baby?"
"I just changed her and put her to bed."
"I didn't get a chance to nurse her tonight."
"I'm sorry baby but she was tired and seemed to go down alright without it."
A feeling of sadness hit me that my baby was growing up and away already.
CHAPTER 25
Gina and I were chatting while we stocked the upstairs bar and hung the clean glassware. I had shared with her Trey's revelation as to what Libby had done Friday night. I also let her know how I got him to spill the beans.
"No shit? He probably hates me more than ever now."
"No I cleared that little detail up with him and in fact told him that you had not seen her do that but had merely commented that she seemed very flirtatious with him but that he didn't reciprocate."
"Is he going to tell Tristan?"
"I don't think so. He feels that she would likely deny it and cause a major rift between him and Tristan."