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“From what little you’ve told me, that’s a good thing.”
I nod. “Yeah, well, seems he’s also not interested in a divorce. He likes knowing I’m still his property no matter the fact we’re not together.”
Now, Dakota frowns. “Girl, I think you might need a lawyer.”
Chapter Eight
Leland
When my PA tells me I’ve got a walk in, Sarah King is the last person I expect to see.
Not after the night before.
Not after that almost kiss.
One that haunted me, and I don’t know why.
She shifts on the spot in her cowboy boots. They’re worn, actual working boots that aren’t there for fashion but for getting shit done. The jeans she has on are dark blue, along with a white T-shirt with the image chick on it saying don’t be a pecker. Of course, she’d wear something like that to my office. It says enough without her using words.
Her hair is tied back and she’s clutching her bag seeming nervous about being in here.
Dakota’s already called me, but, yeah, I didn’t expect Sarah to walk in.
“I . . .” She stops.
“I hear you need a lawyer.” I lean forward and wait to see what she does next.
“I’m going to kill Dakota.” She has that air of running away about her, but I know she’s made of stronger stuff.
I clear my throat and try to keep the smile from my face. I don’t actually know why she needs one. Dakota didn’t go into that, just she’s going to try and get Sarah here and to be nice, and she needs a good lawyer.
“So?” I prompt.
“I don’t need you, Leland.”
I get up from behind my desk and laugh, coming to the front of it and I lean there, taking her in. She has that kind of natural beauty that I could look at for a long time and never get bored. “I’m what you get.”
“Not. You.”
“Okay, so why are you here, then?”
She takes a breath. “To apologize.”
“What did you do now?” I snap my fingers. “Oh, you mean again?”
“Again? Properly.” Her back is stiff. “I should never have forgotten you, and it probably was because I don’t like you.”
“Or is it you like me too much?”
Sarah’s eyes narrow a little and she scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
“I don’t need to.” I wave a hand through the air. “You’re doing that for me, just by being here.”
“And here I thought you could actually be some kind of normal, grown-up person.”
“Now, Sarah, where’s the fun in that?”
“Please. Get it together, Leland. You’re embarrassing yourself.”
