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Those were the people she wanted to work with. The people she loved working with.
Once she became a midlevel attorney, those types of clients would be rare. Even rarer still when she became a senior attorney.
A bird flew overhead. She watched it soar, swoop down before it arced back into the sky. Entranced, she stepped forward as it winged out over the edge of the cliff and flew above the waves.
“Stop!”
Startled by the loud voice behind her, she whipped around. A sharp, stabbing pain shot through her foot as something pierced her skin. She sank down into the grass, clutching at her leg.
“What in the hell do you think you were doing?” Griffith demanded as he reached her side.
“What are you talking about?” she asked as she gritted her teeth against the pain.
“Do you have any idea how unstable the ground is around here? How close we are to the cliffs?”
“Yes,” she groused as she looked down and spied a thorn sticking out of the sole of her foot, “dangerous territory.”
“If you hadn’t come traipsing about out here, you wouldn’t have gotten hurt.”
“If you hadn’t ordered me to get out of your office, I wouldn’t have been out here in the first place.”
He dropped down next to her and took her foot in his large hands with a surprisingly gentle touch.
“If you hadn’t come into my office when I told you not to, I wouldn’t have asked you to leave.”
Her lips curled back over her teeth as another bolt of pain shot up her leg at his probing.
“You know, I think I have something that trumps all of this.”
He arched a brow as he glanced up. “Oh?”
“If you would have just signed the contract or the refusal, we wouldn’t be in this position right now.”
He stared at her for so long she wondered if he was just going to leave her out amongst the grasses. Instead, he did something even more unexpected. He scooped her into his arms, held her tight against his chest and stood.
“What are you doing?” she shrieked.
“Carrying you back to the house.”
She thumped a hand against his chest. “Let me down. I can walk.”
“Not with a thorn that size in your foot.”
“Hobble, then,” she amended.
“I’m more than capable of carrying you.”
Through her pain she detected the offense in his tone.
“I’m not saying you’re not physically capable,” she said quietly.
His hold on her tightened. It startled her, made her want to relax into his embrace, savor the novel sensation of being carried by a man who obviously took good care of himself.
Dangerous. The warning whispered through her mind. Griffith, and her attraction to him, were very dangerous. She had never got to know a man well enough to feel comfortable taking a relationship beyond a good-night kiss. Thought that was what it would take to want to take things further.
Then Griffith had appeared in her life. She didn’t know him at all. Comfortable was the opposite of what she felt when she was around him. The instantaneous attraction was both thrilling and overwhelming.
Yet it had also set off warning bells. How could something so sudden be real?
