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“I don’t need you to stand up for me.”
“Sorry, but I can’t stay quiet when things like that happen.”
“If you keep it up, you’ll end up getting hurt one day.”
“One day isn’t today.” I stand and twist my neck, then move my legs to get the blood circulating to my toes. “Let’s go get lunch.”
She opens a drawer and retrieves one of those sandwiches you get from the convenience store. “I have my lunch right here.”
“That’s not called lunch. Let’s get a real one.” I reach for it and she catches my hand so fast, I flinch.
“Don’t touch my computer.”
“I was going for the sandwich.”
Her hold slowly eases from around my wrist. I massage the skin as it quickly turns red.
“Wow, you guys are super possessive of your computers, huh?”
She pushes her glasses back with the heel of her palm. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.” I grin, even though it does really hurt. It’s as if she’s a trained ninja. “Lunch?”
She pushes the button on her screen, making it go black, and begrudgingly stands up. I intertwine my arm with hers, and she looks at me funny, but she doesn’t pull away as we head to the elevator and take it to the intern area.
“Do you like home-cooked food better? Because I can cook. I love it sometimes, though I love baking more. I brought cupcakes this morning, but I don’t think there will be any left, because Daniel stole them all. Do you know him? He’s funny and has a dreamy accent and dimples. Jeez, they shouldn’t be legal. Anyway, I’ll bring you new cupcakes tomorrow—”
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Lawyers aren’t usually this chatty.”
“But we’re supposed to be. Talking is what wins cases, Jane.”
“And here I thought it was actually studying law.”
“Hey! Rude.”
She lifts a shoulder as if she couldn’t care less.
I can’t help the smile that pulls my lips. “You’re funny.”
“I’m sarcastic. There’s a difference.”
“I’ll go with funny.” I grab my bag from my desk, trying to ignore the interns’ cutting gazes. Jane doesn’t even pay them any attention and keeps studying her black nails.
Soon after, we take the elevator to the parking garage. “Hey, Jane.”
“What?”
“You really don’t know who I am?”
“You said you were Gwen.”
“Yeah, right.” I don’t know why I feel giddy because someone actually doesn’t associate me with Dad, the firm, or anything.
I’m just Gwen. And that’s liberating.
