--So what did you tell him?-- Dana was looking at Jake, and not at the piece of roast she was moving to her plate. The trajectory of the roast could be traced by the juice marks it was dropping on the table. Jake shook a napkin free of the napkinholder and wiped the roast trajectory off the table.

--I told him he didn't have a case, and he was welcome to shop around. I told him that if he found someone who would promise to win that case for him, he could take his account right over there.

--I hope he finds someone... I mean I think you're right, and only a fraud would take this case. But it would serve the old fox right... the way he is always trying to take you for a ride, it's time someone took him... Did I mentioned I never liked him anyways?-- Dana smiled a radiant smile, the one that was always only for Jake, the one that said "But I like YOU. In fact, I love you." Jake seemed to be drowning in that smile. It seemed he could stay there forever, just looking at her.

But then the kettle whistled.