right. The two brothers started bickering, as they usually did, so Emmett took a moment to check on the rest of the patrons. Another bowl of pretzels and a second pitcher of beer took care of things. By the time he settled back behind the bar, the two brothers were once again quietly drinking their beers.
âThe point of all that,â Grant continued, âis that heâs very different from Maddie. Theyâre each perfectionists in their own way, but heâs a lot more fun to be around. Heâs serious, but at least heâs got a sense of humor. I guess youâve got to have one to spend all your formative years with Maddie.â
âPoor bastard,â Emmett noted. At the very least, Emmett got to admire her beauty while she railed at him. A brother just had to tolerate her with no recourse. âNo wonder your brother moved to Tennessee.â
Blake shrugged and sipped his beer. âHeâll be back. Heâs in his last year of med school. Iâm not sure where heâll do his residency, but Iâm certain heâll come back to Rosewood before too long. Someone has to take over Doc Owenâs clinic. That man has been practicing for forty years. Heâs almost seventy, I think.â
âJust as long as thereâs someone in town to treat my wounds when the judge throws the book at me tomorrow.â
âYou donât think itâll be that bad, do you?â Blake asked.
âI donât know,â Emmett admitted. âIâve never had to go in front of a judge before. I donât even know who Judge Griffin is. If he comes in here, he doesnât do it in his robe.â
âI doubt heâs been here,â Grant said with a chuckle. âHeâs more likely to be hanging out with my grandmotherâs set at the country club than this crowd.â
âThat doesnât make me feel any better, man.â Emmett knew he was in trouble. He wasnât only going up against the judge, he was doing it over a dispute with the daughter of the most powerful family in town. Chances were, she would get a little hand slap and he would take the brunt of it, with her grandmother and her father sitting in the front row of the courtroom eyeing Judge Griffin. While Emmett had made some influential friends in town, theyâd likely all side with poor, sweet Maddie in this case.
âWould you feel better with a lawyer?â Grant asked.
Emmett couldnât suppress a chuckle at that suggestion. âWho am I going to hire? Your father?â
âNo, of course not. What about Logan Anthony?â
Blakeâs brow went up at that suggestion. âDo you really think going into the courtroom with Logan will make it better? You know Dadâll be there. That stupid business rivalry theyâve got going is getting pretty ridiculous. I donât think Emmett wants to draw that kind of attention.â
Blake was probably right. When Pepperâs older brother, Logan, moved back to Rosewood and opened up his own law firm, it had been a big to-do in town. The Chamberlain firm had never faced any kind of competition before. Most people assumed that Logan would go out of business pretty quickly, but heâd actually been fairly successful from what Emmett had heard. The rivalry between the two firms had gotten pretty heated over the summer, but Logan refused to back down. Emmett got the feeling that Norman wasnât used to not getting his way. Obviously, Maddie had gotten that trait from her father.
Grant shrugged dismissively. âWho cares what Dad thinks? Logan is going to be a part of my family one day. I have to support him or Iâll hear about it at home.â
Emmett put the information about Logan in his back pocket. He didnât think he needed a lawyer. At least not yet. But if he did, his only choice was Logan. Either way, he didnât really want to talk about this anymore. He was anxious enough about tomorrow.
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