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“Judge Bristow is my dad.”
She blinked. “Wow. That is something.”
“Yeah, he’s in family court. What are the chances?” I hadn’t even begun to broach the topic of Kane Hawkins with Daddy. He loved the Sharks. He loved the players. But his daughter playing house with the QB was a different story. I hadn’t figured out how to break the news to him yet.
“Then you have to talk to him.”
I bit my lower lip. “If he could have helped me before, he would have. I could never get through the damn red tape.”
Savannah took a sip of beer. I tried to ignore the fact that she was gorgeous and sophisticated, and could probably talk circles around me when it came to the AFA.
“This is different. Hawk has a hearing. Can’t you at least mention it to your dad?”
I had to try. I couldn’t let Hunter slip away again.
I nodded. “I will. I’ll talk to him tomorrow. I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Good. And we need you at the hearing.”
“What?”
Hawk turned his head toward me. “What’s going on?”
Savannah grinned. “You’ve got a hearing this week and I think we just found out how all of this is going to happen. I asked Julie to be there.”
He winked at me. “You want to do that?”
“Of course.” I would have to tell him later about my dad. I had no way of knowing this would happen. My dad heard a hundred cases a week. How did the stars align like this? “It’s one of the rules, right?” I teased.
“Yeah. It is.” He reached under the table and squeezed my knee, but he didn’t stop there. His hand slid between my thighs and I jumped, almost spilling my drink.
“I’ll be right back,” Savannah announced. “I see another client.”
Hawk leaned over. “All it would take is a hard pull and this dress would
rip right off of you.”
“Isn’t that what you wanted?” I asked, coyly.
“That’s why I like being with a good girl.” I seized when I felt his finger breach the edge of my panties. “You follow all the rules.”
I bit my lip and gyrated my hips, causing him to groan deep in his throat.
“Damn woman, you better quit that or I'm gonna lose it right here.”
I shook my head and continued to squirm. His arm tensed against my waist, pulling me closer against his chest.
“If you don’t stop making all these sweet sounds I’m going to have to take you out back.” he whispered in my ear, and I shivered.
“So if I were to say …whimper, then you would take me right here? Right now?” I asked, and then whimpered just loud enough that he could hear me.
“Yep. Let’s go.”
I laughed as he dragged me through the sea of bodies in the bar and toward an entrance marked private.
“This is someone’s office,” I argued.
He locked the door behind him.
