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on the pillow, lean back against my legs, and I’ll feed you dinner. You can get to know the other subs. You might want to talk with Robbie—he didn’t think he was a sub either.”

CHAPTER FIVE
    Friday Evening at the Club
    Davey crawled under the table. He wasn’t sure he was okay with that while Jake sat at the banquette but he was immediately greeted by the subs underneath. Brian was the first to speak. “I’m Brian, welcome to the sub club. They…” he pointed up at the table, “they think they run things but they don’t, we do,” he said in a whisper.
    “I’m Jim. I’m sure they told you, I take care of the back of the house. Brian and I are the unofficial instigators of all the trouble we get into. Greg is a doctor. Jamie, our accountant; Robbie works with Marcel, our chef and goes to culinary school; Danny is studying botany and runs his own nursery; and Johnny writes software from his home for Adroit Systems.”
    “Sit down on your pillow and tell us about yourself,” Brian said brightly.
    “I met Jake trying to pick his pocket.”
    Jim gave Brian a sideways glance and whispered, so Davey could barely hear, “Two points for honesty.”
    “Why would you do that?” Greg asked.
    Davey went through the whole story including Danvers, the foster homes and Kyle’s tutelage, how he became a paralegal and what happened after Danvers left.
    “So when Jake told you to come home with him, you did. Did you stay with him, because you were frightened of the consequences if you didn’t do what he asked or because once you met him you didn’t want to leave?” Greg asked. Davey knew his answer mattered, but he didn’t know why.
    “A bit of both, I’m afraid. As a paralegal I can’t have an arrest on my record and I was actually crying for the first time since I was eleven when I tried to do it. He listened to me, really listened and helped me. Then at the restaurant before he took me home, he offered me a job.”
    “Why Jake? Did you know he had money?” Johnny was obviously uncomfortable asking that question.
    “I knew that if he worked in that building and carried a messenger bag he would have some money in his wallet, I figured I could at least get enough money to eat. I cried before, during, and after my attempt. Jake said I was the worst pickpocket in the city.” Davey gave a little laugh. “As far as the extent of his wealth, I didn’t know until he got me into his penthouse condo. I saw he drove an expensive Audi, but the lawyers at my old firm all drove Audis and all they had was their salaries. He asked me to come home with him, I didn’t ask him.” He bristled a bit. “I’m not a gold digger. I was grateful for the dinner and the job, but you’ve got to believe I didn’t ask him to take me into his home. I have an apartment. I might have lost it without a job, but with a job maybe I could have asked Mrs. Darcy for an extension.”
    “What did you do as a paralegal?” Danny looked him straight in the eye. He didn’t seem as uncomfortable asking questions as his brother-in-law was.
    “I worked exclusively for Mr. Danvers doing research and writing briefs.” Out of the corner of his eye, Davey saw Jake peer down at Danny from the table above.
    Jake caressed Davey’s hair before entering the conversation. “Davey’s the best paralegal in the city. I heard about him long before I met him. I was impressed with his work. He did everything for Danvers except wipe his ass and as soon as Danvers went on his sabbatical, Davey got fired for his efforts. He was too loyal to Danvers. I gave Davey five briefs that would have taken my best paralegal three weeks. Davey got three of them done in one and a half days. The last two cases are so complicated I thought that it would take a week or longer even with Davey’s expertise. He told me he would have them done by Wednesday and the other three were perfect.”
    “I have a photographic memory, so it isn’t that difficult for me.” Davey sat