How To Win. Lass Small

hall. He shivered.

      So then Barbara-who-was-now-referred-to-as-Miss Nelson met Tyler in the hall. She asked Tyler to lunch with her.

      But he said earnestly, “I’ve a meeting with Kayla. She has a problem.”

      He hadn’t even said thank you or looked directly at the woman. And he just went on off down the hall.

      And he didn’t dare to look back to see if the prickles down his backside were actually from her lascivious stare.

      He called Kayla at work and said, “If you have any sense of compassion at all, you’ll have lunch with me today. That barracuda who is Barbara Nelson has her eye on me.”

      In a dead voice, his ex-wife said with no emphasis at all, “How exciting.”

      “Don’t be nasty. You could help out a little. You owe me something.”

      “I owe you something? I do not!”

      “Kayla, you are the most compassionate woman I’ve ever known. I’m not asking you to come back home and get into my bed—” And the very idea of her doing that ruined his breathing. He was silent.

      She sighed into the mouthpiece and said, “Okay. This once.”

      He left his office early to avoid walking out with Miss Nelson...and having her glued to him for the lunch hour...with Kayla. No way.

      At the bank, Tyler went to Kayla’s office before she was ready to leave it, and he sat patiently in the waiting room until Kayla came to fetch him.

      Kayla groused, “Everybody in the building knows you’re here! They all think we’re bonding. This has got to be the last time I see you.”

      “Why?”

      And Kayla sighed with great patience and reminded Tyler, “We’re divorced!”

      He told her logically, “We married because there is a bond between us. WE understand each other—”

      “Oh, no, we don’t!”

      “—most of the time.” He had continued. “You tend to be more structured in your conduct and not open to new ideas—”

      “I will not see you again!”

      “—but we are friends.” He finished his words.

      Kayla was positive, “No. We are not.”

      With legal logic, Tyler was firm. “We were friends in our marriage. And we were lovers. I want to continue the friendship.”

      She scoffed, “You want a shield. You can’t handle one woman, much less two.”

      Their argument continued all the way down the street and into the restaurant, through the line as they chose what they wanted, to their table and all the way through their lunch. It was like old times. What else can a woman expect from a lawyer? He argues all the time!

      Tyler cheerfully walked Kayla back to her building. He would have escorted her to her desk, but she was firm that he did not.

      So that night at the park’s baseball diamond, Tyler batted in two runs. He was thrown out both times. But the team cheered the runs. At least Tyler had helped somebody else make it to home plate.

      But Kayla wasn’t in the bleachers. He looked. He watched. He almost missed a ball. He settled down, accepted that she wasn’t there and he played baseball.

      At the office, at that time, Tyier’s primary concern was drafting the contracts for a hospital, which was buying out a doctor’s private medical practice. This was done under Miss Nelson’s watch. The hospital would put the doctor on their payroll as a full-time employee. The hospital would bill the patients, and the doctor would rotate with the other doctors in being available on night call and weekends.

      While it was interesting to Tyler, he felt some hesitancy for the doctor. However, he was again impressed with Miss Nelson’s ability and knowledge. She was a superior mentor.

      She scared him spitless.

      The contract would take about a week to finalize the draft to present to the hospital for their input. Somebody at the firm would meet with the hospital authorities to agree on the final version.

      The hospital would then present the contract to the doctor, who would consult his own lawyer. His lawyer could make suggestions for changes. After that was done, she would return the contract to the hospital.

      The hospital then might or might not agree to the changes. And they would have to have a meeting. If there were no changes they could sign the contract. If there were changes and the hospital agreed with them or the parties agreed with some modification, they would ask the law firm to include the modified changes into the contract. Then it would be ready for execution.

      The entire process was interesting to Tyler. He found it stimulating to smooth people’s problems and help them. His mind worked differently from nonlegal minds. He always considered ramifications.

      He had decided against being a candidate for any local or federal political office. He had given the idea thoughtful consideration. A political career wasn’t for him. He was a home boy. But he could help a candidate. He’d help somebody he believed in.

      And he found it was annoying that Kayla wasn’t there as his sounding board. She had taken that position since he’d first known her.

      She’d taken other positions since then. Now her position was to be gone from him. What an irritating woman! Why couldn’t she be pliant and fascinated like she was supposed to be? Instead she was out of his life, on her own and not needing him around!

      It was depressing to understand an ex-wife didn’t need him any longer. She adjusted well to being on her own. Actually, she wasn’t entirely. She and her dogs were sharing a place with Henrietta and her cats.

      So one noon who should Tyler run into on the street but Henrietta! He smiled his smile of greeting women and didn’t look at her chest. He said, “Welt, how’s it going?”

      Henrietta grinned. “Great! Thanks for getting me a new roomie.”

      Sourly, Tyler replied, “I didn’t have anything at all to do with Kayla leaving me. I’m trying to get her back.”

      “I don’t think she’d be interested.”

      “We’ll see. How are the dogs and cats getting along?” And his eyes were cool as he waited for her reply.

      But Henrietta said airily, “We got rid of the dogs before she even moved in. Most were prime dogs. They were snatched up. One of the prime ones went with his original owner! We couldn’t find where they’d stolen the other dogs.”

      “I thought Kayla bought those dogs.”

      “Oh, she did. And she got her money back. But the dogs had been stolen. Well, one hadn’t.”

      Tyler frowned. “I didn’t know the dogs had been stolen.”

      “Haven’t you ever seen the papers when the pit dogs are killed by an opponent, the pit people then drive through the city and just leave the dead dogs In an alley somewhere?”

      “Poor dogs.”

      “They use female dogs, in heat, to lure the male dogs away from the owners’ yards.”

      “Females have always been a trial for males. Even dogs.”

      Henrietta laughed, gave Tyler a casual wave and went on off down the street.

      Tyler walked along to a café for lunch. He was deliberately alone. With a group a man can’t offer to sit down with a single woman. He needed a woman. Actually, he needed Kayla. Even going alone this way, he wasn’t really interested in finding another woman to be permanent. He wanted to talk and be listened to.

      He went through the lunch line not seeing anyone he knew. The place was Nick’s. The owner was named Bob. The place had been Nick’s