"Here's your messages, Judge," Amanda said as Adriana slipped into her office.

Adriana automatically reached out her hand for the pink slips that Amanda was so fond of writing.

"He called about half an hour ago," she called as Adriana unlocked her chamber door.

Adriana turned to face her. "And who might he be?" she challenged.

"The one you don't want to have anyone know about."


Tossing the message slips on her desk, Adrian walked over to her Keurig, and brewed a cup of Hazelnut. She took it over to her desk and kicked off her shoes. She was contemplating the possibility of Alex Rodriguez's trade when her phone rang. "Yes, Amanda?"

"I'm sorry to bother you when you're having your coffee, Judge, but there's a Nikki Boyle here to see you," Amanda apologized.

"Send her in." She finished her coffee and set the mug aside as Amanda opened the door and ushered Nikki in.

"Please sit down, Nikki," Adriana offered. "Can I get you something to drink? Coffee? Tea? Water? Soda?"

"No thank you, Judge. I'm fine."

Adriana took a seat behind her desk. "So how can I help you? Did you come to see the law in action?"

"Not quite. I came to see you."

Adriana raised an eyebrow. "About?"

"I came to invite you to my Sweet 16 party."

"Your Sweet 16 party. And you want me there because?"

"Because you're dating my Grandpa," she supplied. "And it's time you meet the rest of the family."

Buying time, Adriana took a sip of her coffee. She tried to figure out a nice way to politely decline the invitation. She couldn't find a nice way. "Thank you for the invitation, but I'll have to check my book before I give you an answer."

"That's fair," Nikki said as she rose from her seat and stepped toward the desk. She handed over an envelope. "Your invitation is in here. Don't forget to RSVP."

Adriana accepted the envelope. "Thank you. I will do that." She looked up in time to see her office door closing.

"YOU DID WHAT?" Erin yelled.

"I invited her to my Sweet 16."

"You just walked into the court house and up to her office and gave her an invitation?"

"Pretty much. Well, I had to sign in and go through security. And her secretary had to announce me, of course."

Erin sighed. "Nikki, did you ever think that just because she's dating Grandpa, they might want to keep their relationship private? As in out of the public eye?"

"You think that's why he hasn't brought her to dinner? Or Church? Or Jack and Sean's soccer games?"

"I don't think anything because it's none of my business. And it isn't yours, either."

"But Mom—"

"But nothing. Leave it alone."

"Well, I can't uninvited her. That's rude."

"Yes, it is."

"I'm sorry, Mom. I just thought if Grandpa liked her, she should get to know the rest of us."

"She did what?" Frank asked as Adriana rinsed plates and stacked the dishwasher.

"She showed up at my office and asked me to her Sweet 16 party."

Frank smiled in amusement. Tact was never one of Nikki's strong suits.

"And what did you say?"

"I didn't say yes or no. She then gave me an envelope with an invitation and told me not to forget to RSVP."

"Well, Nikki's always been known to do her own thing."

"Thing is, if I go, everyone will know, and Garrett will probably lay an egg. If I don't go, she'll think I'm avoiding her."


She washed her hands. "So, what are we going to do about this dilemma, Commissioner?"

"Well, Judge, I think Garrett is going to lay an egg."