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Zane said calmly, “Maybe the caller said his, or her, name when asking for me.”
“He didn’t, but it sounded like Nathan Talbot, the blacksmith at Old West Town. Okay? Will you go now?”
“Yes. Fine. I’ll go and talk to Nathan. But first, I have to tell Abigail something.” Zane pushed out an exaggerated sigh, turned to Abigail, leaned in, and whispered something into her ear for several seconds, which made her eyes widen appreciably and her legs shuffle a bit in place.
Or maybe it was because Zane nibbled her earlobe for a second, as well. Either way, he then kissed her on the cheek, waved at Cooper, and sauntered out of the jail cell with a smug smile in place. “After my phone call, I’ll wait out in the parking lot for you, Cooper. Take as much time as you need to.” He patted Higgins on the shoulder as he walked past him.
Higgins frowned as Zane disappeared out into the sheriff’s main office but didn’t kick Cooper out, thankfully.
“Don’t forget. I’m right outside in the other room.”
“I won’t forget. However, you need to remember something, too. This is a privileged conversation between me and my client, and you’re not allowed to listen in.”
Higgins flashed another more pronounced frown, closed the door to the jail cell, and marched out of the room without responding.
Alone with Abigail, Cooper was a bit flustered. Given her obvious attraction to Zane, and the fact that most women he met never expected to be asked to join a ménage relationship, he didn’t expect she’d be interested in him. Unless that was what Zane had whispered in her ear. Besides, he was about to be her lawyer. He put his own thoughts of lust aside to focus on the problem at hand.
She turned to him. “Alone at last,” she said with a smile.
Cooper stuck out his hand. She grasped it and a spark of sexual interest traveled from his palm to his groin. “Yes. Just the two of us now. Have a seat.” Doing his best to be professional and not lust after his latest client—the one he’d never expected to have—Cooper motioned for her to sit on the bench again.
This time she sat closer. This time the length of her thigh pressed into his leg, forcing his attention to their intimate contact.
He needed to be professional, but didn’t even have his briefcase with him, just a notepad and a pen, swiped from the glove box of his car on the way inside. She stared at him very intently. The piercing gaze of her dark eyes held him spellbound for a beat or two. He mentally shook his head and asked the first question that popped into his head. “Can you tell me what happened? I only skimmed the warrant they’re holding you on.”
She shrugged. “My life changed forever this morning, two seconds after walked into where I work.”
“And where is it that you work currently?” Cooper cleared his throat, wishing he had water. Although, likely he’d be better off pouring it over his head. Her thigh pressed harder into his leg, shifting his focus momentarily.
“First National Savings and Loan of Miser, Montana.”
Cooper scribbled it down as she leaned forward. Her elbows landed loosely on her knees. The essence of perfume and aroused woman swirled around his head. Shit. He was probably only imagining the second part. He cleared his throat again. “How long have you been there?”
“Seems like forever, but it’s only been a little over seven years.”
“Zane said you had evidence against him of a crime. Can you tell me what that is?”
She shook her head. “I don’t actually have possession of the evidence, but I saw it. I know it exists.”
“I see.”
“Do you truly see? Do you understand what’s going on here?” Her hands, previously folded beneath her chin, fell away from her body.
“Not fully. As you know Zane brought me here to—”
“So are you my lawyer or his?”
“Sort of both for right now.” Her expression darkened.
Cooper pressed his hands gently to her forearms, pushing her limbs down again. “I can be your lawyer, however ultimately I’d only planned to help expedite getting you out on bail. Additionally, I wanted to find out how Zane is involved with your current problems.”
