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Of course.
I slammed my hand over the unfortunate ink, and dammit if he didn’t smirk before dragging his gaze back to mine.
Good Lord.
That smirk of his did all sorts of unwanted things to me, and those eyes bored into me, commanding attention with a magnetic pull. It was as if I stood defenseless in the face of a raging cyclone, his tempestuous storm of a gaze sucking me into his vortex. Where I’d willingly surrender.
Heck, I’d grab a freaking patio umbrella to make it easier to be swept into his whipping winds.
“You’re not what I expected.” His voice was a low murmur, the corners of his mouth twitching with a hint of playfulness. “You’re rather…intriguing.”
Intriguing.
Someone who passed the bar on herfirsttry shouldn’t have her knees literally weaken at his compliment.
He’s your professional adversary, Luna. Do. Not. Encourage. These. Butterflies. For. Hunter. Lockwood.
“There’s a sea of reporters out front.” His voice dipped with a touch of regret, making me wonder if he’d been looking forward to giving a statement like he usually did whenever he’d win a case. This story had drummed up regional interest because a local politician happened to be at the bar, having a drink when the homicide occurred.
“I’ll be taking my client out to give a statement.” Hopefully, once I left Hunter’s orbit, my IQ would return.
“No, you won’t,” Franco said.
I turned around to see that both Franco and Dominic had come closer.
“Dominic, the media slaughtered you.” Just like they slaughtered my father all those years ago. Always wanting a villain for their story and casting someone in the role, innocence be damned. “You deserve to tell them they got it wrong.”
And let’s be honest. I’m salivating at the chance, too. Not just because of Dominic, but also because nineteen years ago, I’d been too young to give the press a piece of my mind.
“We don’t need the press, Dom,” Franco said.
Some unspoken warning passed between them, something that crackled in my bones. I was convinced Dominic was innocent, so why was his cousin giving me the opposite vibe?
Franco glowered at Dominic. “No press.”
“They’re going to swarm you for a statement.”
Please let Dominic preparesomethingfor them—having your creepy cousin glare at reporters wouldn’t make them see they’d been wrong. Plus…
“If you refuse to give them one, they might just follow you to your car.”
“Then I’ll pull it around back. I’ll meet you behind the courthouse, Dominic.”
With one last glare at Hunter, Franco walked out of the room.
“I’m giving a statement.” I took a small step closer to Dominic. “I hope you’ll join me, but even if you don’t, I’ll still be addressing the reporters.”
Dominic pulled his lips into a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.
“Thanks again, Luna. I appreciate all you did for me. I’ll, uh…” He put his hand on the back of his neck, watching where his cousin had vanished. “I’ll call you later, yeah?”
For a man who had just been found not guilty, what was with him walking with his head cast down and his steps slow—dragging his feet as he walked away?
“Well,” Hunter said, “maybe you should reconsider your victory speech.”
Fat chance. “No. Someone needs to defend Dominic in the public eye.” Otherwise, they’d just spin his not-guilty verdict as an injustice, and I was tired of it.
Hunter stood there for a moment—looking like a fallen angel among us mortals, damn it—while his eyes seemed to savor my every detail.
