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But what Director Vance wants, Director Vance gets.
Clearing my throat, I say, “Approach, Your Honor?”
She waves me over, looking ready for my motion. Christ, how many judges are compromised from these mafia cells?
How can we ever move forward with taking down the Cosa Nostra?
“Counselor,” Satan’s deep voice purrs and curls low in my belly.
I give a quick glance to my left, and our eyes lock again. This courtroom could explode, and I’d be unable to let go of the hypnotic stare that anchored into my soul.
What the heck was that?
It’s not even a damn smile, but a blank gaze powerful enough to dampen my panties. What the hell does that say about me?
“Counselor,” I murmur, knowing I should shake his hand since he’s new to the case.
I keep my fingers balled into fists, worried if I touch him, my skin will burn from the all the sulfur.
“Ms. Diamond, you asked for a word?” The judge knocks me from Eoghan O’Rourke’s eye-locking hold.
“Your Honor…” I wonder if I should just blurt that Vance told me to dismiss this case.
But I’m building a career and looking like one of his ass-kissers won’t get me very far.
“After consideration, the state will be dismissing the cases against Mr. O’Rourke and Miss Michaels.”
She stares at me, her eyes narrow slits above her glasses. “Are you sure, Counselor?”
“Yes, Your Honor.” I stand tall, giving no explanation since I don’t need one.
“I assume the defense has no objection.” Her gaze turns to my opponent.
“None, Your Honor.” His Irish brogue is honey over gravel and its warmth fills every crevice of my body.
This is bad. So bad…
“Very well, return to your tables.”
I spin, and I’m so inside my head, I don’t see O’Rourke’s wide shoulders. I slam right into him, my forehead bouncing off his rock-hard chest.
Eoghan O’Rourke is that tall, I can’t even see over his shoulders. His large hands wrap around my upper arms and a feeling of complete and utter safety surrounds me.
“Watch it, love,” he whispers in a seductive drawl.
You watch it, I yell.
On the inside.
His hands leave an impression on me and it’s life changing. How can I feel like this out of nowhere?
“Counselor,” I whisper, not meeting his eyes.
Beautiful manscaped fingers lift my chin to keep us eye-level. “Jillian,” he murmurs with a lilt that weakens my spine.
I wobble back to my table, and when the judge announces that Cormac O’Rourke is free to go, a small cheer breaks out from the defendant’s table to my left.
I don’t address the investigators, who look shocked and want a piece of my ass for wasting their time. I just pull my workbag to my chest and leave the courtroom with my head held high like before.
