It was just paranoia, and Jack knew it.

He and Claire had taken risks, sure, in the office, but not so many lately. If they hadn't been caught back in the first few months when they couldn't keep their hands off each other even long enough to lock the door of his office, then they were safe.

Adam Schiff's glances from under lowered brows meant that Jack had caused him some kind of political problem with one of their recent trials, although try as he might Jack couldn't understand which one it might be.

It didn't mean he knew.

Jack told himself that right up until Adam looked at him over the rim of his scotch glass and said sourly, "You're that guy, Jack. I warned you not to be."

His first instinct was for denial and he started to shake his head but Adam knew him too well.

"Don't insult me by trying to pretend I haven't seen what I've seen. I'm old, not senile. I've been turning a blind eye because Lord knows I don't need any more headaches, but bringing her back on the Smith trial against my explicit instructions was over the line."

"You should never have benched her —"

"My office, my decision, and you used to know that. It's affecting your judgment. Just like it did with Diana, and look how that turned out."

"This is different," Jack said. "I love her, Adam."

"You've loved all of them," Adam reminded him. "End it. Or one of you get another job. But I'm warning you, Jack, if you leave it up to me to find a solution – you won't like the outcome."

Jack looked into his glass and found it empty. "She might be going to leave anyway, Adam. You were hard on her over James Smith, but not as hard as she was on herself."

Adam didn't look mollified. "You always have had more luck than you deserve."