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I straightened. “You’ve already represented me when you bailed me out of jail. That’s binding.”

His eyes crinkled. “Fair enough.”

I set down my tea and mirrored his position, needing to grip something I couldn’t break. The metal was cool under my palms but did little to soothe me.

“Can we try to behave like adults?”

He bumped my shoulder with his. “I thought that’s what we were doing.”

I dropped my chin to my chest and let out a long breath.

“The thing about fire and ice is they don’t exist without one another.”

I jerked my head up to look at him. “They destroy each other.”

“Without ice, there’s no need for fire.”

I blinked at him. He held my gaze.

“Are you saying I’m icy?”

With him, everything was an insult. At least I took it that way. I was being irrational. I knew it, but couldn’t stop.

Why did I care what he thought?

“I have to be the fire.” He grinned, but there was something behind his words that gave me pause. Something I was supposed to understand but didn’t.

“Why can’t I be?”

“You just can’t,” he said smugly. “Is this really what you want to discuss?”

I pressed my fingers into the washing machine as a growl bubbled up my throat.

“And that’s three more questions I get to ask you in return.”

Gah, he was so cocky.

“No, it’s two. You just asked me one.”

Instead of being annoyed, he seemed impressed as he made tally marks on a folder. Then he pulled a few sheets of paper from the folder. “Let’s go over what this document means for both of us.”

He passed it to me. There were paragraphs of legalese and then bullet points that seemed to spell out what was in those paragraphs.

“What kind of lawyer would I be if I didn’t have a bunch of jargon no one understands?” He smirked.

“I thought you were different.” I found my own lips turning up. “And you’re down to one question.”

“No one else has this.” He motioned to the bullet points.

“How do your clients afford twenty-five hundred dollars an hour?” It was the most outrageous legal fee I’d ever seen, but I’d have paid whatever he asked.

“There is no cost too great when it comes to freedom.”

Obviously, that was true. I probably should have been appalled at how expensive he was, but he could demand whatever he wanted. If it was too much for his clients to pay, he’d be out of business.

“I’m thinking I’ll spend about a hundred hours on the case.”

“Fine.” I wouldn’t give him the reaction he was looking for.

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