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“Fuck you—!”
Henry grabs my arm with more strength than I would have imagined, yanking me back into my chair as I’m about to lunge over the table.
“Steady now,” he mutters, shooting Dan a smirking look as he wags a finger. “A right troublemaker you are!”
I stare at him, mouth half agape. I’m being represented by a fucking circus clown.
“Henry, the missus lay into you the other night after we all went out?”
My lawyer chuckles. My clown lawyer who is also apparently drinking buddies with the very cops he’s supposed to be standing up to for me.
My heart sinks.
I amscrewed.
“Oh, that’s not good.”
Henry is shaking his head, glancing over the reports on the table.
“Reformatory school? Well that goes to character now doesn’t it?”
“You aremylawyer, yes?” I mutter,justas the door to the interrogation room slams open.
“No, he’s not.”
I freeze at the sound of his deep, gravely, powerful, and currently ticked-the-fuck-off voice.
It’s Noel.
He strides into the room like he owns it, stopping the detectives from opening their mouths or even standing with one vicious stab of his gaze. Then he claws those golden eyes across the room to Henry.
“Get out.”
The older man nods quickly, stumbling out of his chair, grabbing his briefcase, and then doing an awkward shuffle to get around the immovable Noel Ransom to exit the room.
Sarah the detective frowns as she seems to find her voice.
“Excuse me, exactly what do you think you’re doing?”
Commanding. Over-running. Seizing. Conquering.
He’s doing Noel, that’s what he’s doing.
I swallow, stabbing my gaze at the monster filling the doorway with his sheer size and presence. The devil who conned me into a devil’s deal.
“Providing my wife with a lawyer who’s managed to match his socks this morning,” Noel mutters.
I hate—hate—how my body throbs when he says wife.
Noel turns, nodding to someone outside the room. A second later, the man who actually married us—Lewis, I think his name is—strides in. A sharp contrast to my previous lawyer on every level. Smartly dressed, a gleaming leather briefcase, and thousand-pound corporate haircut.
“Lewis Chatham,” he says stiffly, all business as he sits in the chair Henry dragged over. “Now, you’ve been with my client, alone without representation, for twenty minutes before I arrived. Please note that I have already filed the complaints and grievances against the two of you, personally, with the appropriate venues.”
The two detectives stare at my new hardcore lawyer, who simply smiles thinly back at them.
“Well, let’s talk about getting my client out of here, before I start filing civil lawsuits, shall we?”
My eyes slip to Noel. I shiver when I realize he’s already staring right at me. His eyes narrow, and I feel something tease down my spine before he nods stiffly and steps out of the room.
