Cutting into his steak, Lindsey looks up at Stephanie. 

"So, Stephanie, tell me a little about yourself." 

"First, everyone calls me Stevie. Stephanie is pretty, but I mainly use it for work purposes. What do you want to know?" She inquires. 

"Whatever you tell me, and I'll tell you the same thing," Lindsey smirks. 

"Alright, my full name is Stephanie Lynn Nicks, I am forty-six years old. I've been a lawyer since 1975, I started when I was 26. I'm a Gemini, my birthday is May 26th and I'm divorced." She responds. 

"Well, I am Lindsey Adams Buckingham. I am forty-four, I've been a lawyer since 1975, as well. I worked overtime and took summer classes. I don't know what I am, but my Birthday is October 3rd. I am also divorced, but I have three kids." Lindsey explains. 

"You're a libra. But it's good to know I'm not the only one with some baggage." Stevie laughs. 

"Why'd you leave Phoenix?" 

"I didn't want to, but after my divorce, I didn't want to stay either. So, when I got offered a job I jumped at it." Stevie explains.  

"Well, I'm glad you did. I'll tell you about my divorce if you tell me about yours." LIndsey smiles. 

"Well, I'll tell you but you don't have to tell me. I'm assuming yours is still fresh." She smiles. 

"It is, but it's okay." Lindsey shrugs. 

"Well...Michael, or Mick...was his name, he slept with his law clerk. I miscarried his baby and then he got angry with me. He'd storm out of the house drink a little too much. I'm actually surprised he's able to keep his practice. But he never hurt me so that's something. I just had enough and I left." Stevie explains. 

"Well, my divorce was simply that we grew apart from each other. Nothing horribly drastic." Lindsey shrugs. 

"So, how do you feel about dessert?" Lindsey asks eyeing her half-empty plate of chicken. 

"I was thinking about either that cherry pie, cheesecake with strawberry sauce, or a piece of red velvet cake...but I really shouldn't. Just goes straight to my already wide hips." Stevie explains. 

"I think your hips are perfectly fine," Lindsey smirks sipping his drink. 

"Oh do you?" She questions. 

"I do. I quite enjoy your hips especially during trial." Lindsey says. 

"Well, then we might as well get the cake then," Stevie smirks leaning over the table and kissing the corner of his mouth. 

They share a piece of red velvet cake, and then they find themselves at Lindsey's house sharing a bottle of red wine. Maybe they went a little too fast but when they wake up to Lindsey's alarm the pair look at each other. 

"Well, that went further than I thought." LIndsey chuckles.

"Well, at least it's Saturday. Do you really wake up at five in the morning on weekends?" Stevie pouts.

"You don't?" Lindsey gawks. 

"Well, I will say, I had a great night. How about I make you some pancakes, then I am going home and going back to bed." Stevie smiles kissing his cheek. 

"Wait a minute." Lindsey grabs her arm. 

"What?" She falls back into the bed laying her head onto his chest. 

"Alright, we've known each other for a few weeks and we've already slept with each other. We were just on opposite sides of a court case." Lindsey states. 

"Lindsey, I don't know. We just see where everything goes. Now, pancakes?" Stevie crawls out of bed throwing Lindsey's robe over her shoulders. 

She made chocolate chip pancakes and she was leaving around eight o'clock, "Thank you, Lindsey, I had a great time." Stevie smiles gently kissing his lips. 

***

The next day, Lindsey was strumming on his guitar, when the home phone rings. He stops looks at it, shakes his head muttering out a quick "Nah" before continuing. 

"Hi Lindsey, it's Christine." The machine picks it up.

"Awe Chris...It's Sunday." 

"I know it's Sunday but I thought that you'd be home." 

"Well, I'm not." 

"Sorry, you aren't home because the service called. A woman named Jo Dee Jackson wants to talk to you." 

"Rockstar"

"She's some form of singer, I'll just say I couldn't get a hold of you." 

"No, No...dammit," He fumbles with the phone. "Hello?"

"Lindsey, what a surprise." He can hear her smirk. 

"Tell Jo Dee Jackson, I'll meet her. Where?" 

"She'll be at the office in an hour." 

"Okay." He hangs up. 

***

The woman was a mess, her sister had been dressed like her and was killed. She had been targeted and they picked up her husband accusing him of the murder.  At the arraignment, they had to laugh because Stevie turned up as the prosecutor.