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Rayne leaned toward me and smiled. “Who do you think it is? We don’t have that many female judges.”
“I don’t care as long as it’s not Judge—” I cut myself off before I could complete my thought.
Rayne seemed nice, but she could also use what I told her against me.
“Burke,” she finished for me, and I laughed.
“Oh, thank God. I didn’t want to say it out loud.”
“She’s just…”
Putting my hand up, I smiled and said, “I get it.”
Judge Burke was hard to get along with, and I had yet to meet anyone who liked her. In simple terms, she was mean.
The door opened, and Rayne and I swung our heads around to see the mayor enter the room.
“Oh good, the two of you are here,” she said with a grin. She turned back to the open door. “Delaney, in here.” Looking back at us, she said, “The third member of this little project of mine will be here in just a second, and then I’ll explain what it’s all about. How does that sound?”
“Good,” I said, and Rayne nodded.
“I’m here. I’m here,” a cheerful voice said from the other side of the doorway, and relief went through me. I didn’t recognize the voice, but I knew the voice wasn’t Judge Burke.
But my smile slipped off my face when I saw who walked in.
Judge St. James. This person was probably the second-worst judge to be picked for me to work with.
After all, she was my superior, Preston St. James’s, ex-wife.
8
Dominick
When I got homefrom work, I found my brother sitting at my kitchen table, staring at a textbook.
“Hey,” I said. “When did you get here?”
“About an hour ago. I went home, but I had to leave,” Spencer said without looking up.
“Ah.” I knew what he meant. Either our mother was having sex or was getting high. Or both. “Let me get cleaned up, and then I’ll make us some dinner.”
Spencer smiled up at me. “Thanks.”
Once in the bathroom, I stripped off my clothes and threw them in my hamper. I loved my job as a welder, but it would be nice to come home sometimes and drop onto my couch without a shower, but it was necessary to get the dirt and stink off of me.
I was done in five minutes, and I quickly dressed before heading back to the kitchen. “What are you hungry for?”
I wasn’t the best cook, but I probably beat whatever our mom was heating up on a spoon in the living room of her trailer.
“Pizza.”
I looked over from the open fridge to see my brother grinning at me. He knew I didn’t care for cooking either, and pizza was cheap and easy, so I almost always said yes to it.
“Fine. You win.”
“It’s not like I had to twist your arm.”
“You’re right.” I pulled my phone from my back pocket and pulled up Spencer’s favorite pizza place app to put in our usual order. While I waited, I peeked over at my brother to see he had returned to his book.
