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“No. He agreed to be within reach if needed. Kelli was taken in for questioning.”
“How do you think that will play out?”
“I think she’ll lawyer up and be tough to break, but Nelson is going to file for divorce and pile it on her all at once.” His phone beeps. “Hold on.” He is gone a moment and returns. “That’s Royce. I’ll see you in ten.”
“Okay.”
We disconnect and I sigh. I seem to be the queen of “okay” tonight, when I’m not sure I’ve said that word this many times in my life. I’m simply not that agreeable. I yank at the tight knot at the back of my head and free my hair before I start to pack up, and suddenly Dan is sitting in front of me. “You’re writing a book with Reese, I hear.”
“You heard wrong. I’m writing a book. Reese agreed to be interviewed. Would you like to be interviewed?”
“I’ll tell my story my own way.”
“Of course you will. Because you are so very predictable.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means an asshole never lets someone else tell their story because they don’t want to be called an asshole. Hopefully your writing is better than your ability to present evidence.”
“There’s more to my story than you know, little girl.”
“Little girl?” I laugh. “You really do speak great asshole.”
“You have a smart mouth.”
“Thank you. My mama taught me. She’d be proud.”
“You were hell on me in your write-ups.”
“And now we get to the reason you’re standing here. Do better. I’ll do better. I’m fair.”
“You were hell in a courtroom, weren’t you?”
“Yep, but I hated every minute of it. I think you do, too.” I lean forward. “And you will never do better if you hate what you do.”
“Maybe I’ll retire and write books.”
“If that’s what you want, then you should do it. Don’t keep losing cases when the result is no one going to jail. Because like you said, no one went to jail. And Jennifer deserved better than that.”
“Bitch.”
“Asshole.”
He turns and walks away.
I watch him exit, and Reese walks in the door, his dark hair a rumpled, sexy mess, his tie loose. Dan grunts at him and disappears. Reese frowns and walks toward me, all loose-legged swagger and hotness and just seeing him still makes me warm all over. He stops at the table and pulls me to my feet, and he doesn’t seem to care that we’re in public. The fingers of one of his hands tangle in my hair and he’s kissing me—no, drugging me is the only way to describe how this man’s tongue makes every nerve ending in my body tingle.
“Hi,” he says, stroking hair from my face.
“Hi.”
“You having an affair with Dan?”
I laugh. “No. Believe it or not, I’m not attracted to assholes.”
“Good thing I’m not an asshole. How do you feel about pizza, champagne, me, and bed?”
He assumes I’m going home with him, when I’d assumed—nothing. I didn’t know what we were doing, but now, with him, I think I was living in the past again. Seeing the ghost of Mitch who is long gone. “Yes to all,” I say. “Please.”
