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Abby didn’t recognize the name, but also didn’t believe he was a member of the law firm employed by the bank. Perhaps the sheriff had put paper work in motion that had already assigned her a public defender. She’d definitely choose public defender over the bank’s snotty attorneys either way. A lawyer she didn’t know couldn’t already have preconceived notions about her. He’d have to be on her side. “Fine. Send him in.”
The deputy pushed out another long sigh and promptly exited again.
Perhaps she’d finally get to talk to someone without prejudicial feelings about her humble past. Or the taint of accusation she’d spilled into the Old West Town all over Zane. Abby felt a little bad about that now. He might be an excellent actor, but he looked completely taken off guard by her accusations.
The face of the bank’s pretentious lawyer surfaced in her mind, Mr. Arnold. He obviously hated her as much the bank president did. He’d been there in Harold Stevenson’s office as well. He’d fed all sorts of dire scenarios to the bank president as she sat there frightened and confused all the way to her very soul.
Mr. Stevenson had announced a few months ago that he’d decided to delay his much-anticipated retirement. Abby had hoped that when Mr. Stevenson’s nephew, Preston, took over running the bank, she wouldn’t have to fight so hard or struggle so much to succeed in her job.
Abby hadn’t realized how much she was resented by upper management until Harold had called her into his office to personally demoralize her very presence in his bank before suspending her without pay.
He’d wanted to fire her but must have lacked the power to do so. Mr. Arnold certainly would have helped if that option had been possible.
For as much as she hated to lose every hard-won battle to get to her lofty position, Abby wouldn’t miss the feeling of inferiority she lived with daily. She hadn’t realized how stressful it had been to exist that way until she walked out of the bank with her meager belongings in a beat-up, old cardboard box. Bereft about the current turn, she’d also felt strangely unburdened.
Deputy Higgins walked back into view. Behind him was a man she’d never seen before. He was strikingly handsome. He was also very tall, sported chiseled features, and had a sensuous mouth she wanted to trace the tip of her tongue around.
With his thick dark hair and blazing blue eyes, he was the total package of man candy she rarely stopped to notice. Currently, she had her eyes wide open. Then she noted that he also had a surprisingly scruffy three-day’s growth of whiskers on his face. Not exactly what she’d expected for a public defender. Interesting. Perhaps he’d been called in after some time off.
“Are you Abigail Dixon?” her new hot lawyer asked in a voice that made her panties dampen. She nodded, unsure she could trust her voice.
“My name is Cooper Mackay. I’m an attorney. I thought perhaps we could discuss your situation.” She nodded again, remaining silent as inappropriate thoughts scattered through her brain regarding her sexy lawyer. Oh yes. She liked thinking about him as her lawyer already.
He was as attractive as Zane. Just thinking of Zane, and that kiss, made her heart pound faster in her chest. She needed to get ahold of herself. Pending unemployment and unending jail time were both apparently aphrodisiacs for her. Every man she came across was a new man she wanted to screw senseless.
Abby remained seated on the bench. It was all she could do not to leap up, cling to this man, and beg to be released from this place. But that would get her into worse trouble, so she simply concentrated on breathing in and out.
“Want me to put the handcuffs back on the prisoner before you go in there all alone with her?” the deputy asked.
Cooper’s eyes narrowed. He paused and took the opportunity to stare intently at her through the bars of her jail cell before turning back to the other man. “I don’t think that will be necessary, Deputy Higgins.” He turned back to her. “I brought an assistant with me, Ms. Dixon. Do you mind if he joins us?”
She shook her head. “I don’t care.” She remained seated and looked down to study the cement floor of the jail cell as the key was put in the lock and the door squeaked open. She figured it was best not to look like she wanted to run screaming from the room or like she wanted to throw him down and fuck him raw.
