“I’m a divorce lawyer, Karen.I’m never getting married.”I laughed.
That earned me a text from Sebastian saying,never say never.
To which I replied,fuck off.
Refocusing on Courtney, I brush my knuckles across her cheekbone.“Divorce is stressful.Yours, sadly, is taking place in the public.”
“He’s accused me of cheating and stealing his money.”Courtney glances into the far corners of the room.“I hate him.”
I watch her as memories flicker across her face.I’d pay good money to have her tell me everything, and not because I’m her attorney.
What did he do?
Knowing what suffering went on is now important in a way I can’t explain.I need to know.There is more to their marriage—there always is—and if I knew, I’d probably lose my shit.But it could also help next week.
“Did he hurt you?”I place my hand on her shoulder.
“Adam wasn’t violent, if that’s what you mean?”
Nice try.
I shift to the edge of the sofa and peer into her face.“Try again, sweetheart.I asked,didhe hurt you?”
Pained eyes meet mine, and I wait.
And wait.
Then, finally...
“Once.”
Fuck.
Anger blasts through me, and it’s not based on me being her attorney, but the man who spent hours pleasuring her today.The one who should be in his own home, not familiar with the inside of her sweet pussy.
“When?”
“Just before I left.It was...a disagreement.”
Fucking bullshit.
“A man can’t hit you because he disagrees with you, Court.”I grit my teeth.
She snaps.“I know!Don’t you think I know that?!It’s why I left.”
Christ.What the fuck did he do?
“Then you should’ve told me.I can use this,” I demand, clenching my fists.
What I mean is you should have told me so I could get Adam’s address off the file and drive over to his residence and slam my fist into his face.
Several times.
A foot in the groin to finish off.
“I don’t want people to know about it.”Courtney scrambles off the sofa and wraps her arms around herself.“I didn’t wantyouto know.”
Goddamn it, I want to comfort her, but right now I’m her lawyer.Despite only wearing an open shirt and a pair of briefs.
