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“Where are your witness statements?” I flip through the folders.
“Not in there.” She folds her arms.
“Why?”
“That’s truly confidential and unethical to share. I just need you to analyze their motions against us.”
I don’t bother telling her that my middle name is unethical.
“I already have an idea for you.” I sit back, ignoring my hard on straining against my pants.
Even with all the testosterone rushing through me, I still manage to develop a course of action. Only, I intended to slam dunk the theory on a ‘courier’ and get the fuck out of town.
It’s feeling very kismet that my growing inability to walk away from this woman is colliding spectacularly with a complicated case to work on. A case against my enemy.
“What’s your idea?”
“Argue for the public interest.” I make tight fists.
A beautifully sculpted eyebrow raises as she crosses her legs, forcing her tight skirt to inch up her thighs. She pauses a second in between to drive me fucking nuts. “Go on.”
“I’d rather me go on you.”
Her eyelashes flutter, and it dawns on me that if I’m working with her, she can sue me for harassment.
“Public interest,” I repeat. “How the blatant and purposeful attempt to thwart justice by abusing the court weighs heavier over a person’s right to unconditional due process.”
She thinks about that, and the smile that creeps across her mouth kills me. Nodding, she says, “Right. Or everyone would just keep firing lawyers.”
I open my mouth to say more, but I see the fire in her eyes, and know her brain is already working for the solution.
Fuck, smart women are sexy as hell. This one is anyway. The sexiest.
She gasps and grips the armrests. “Nevada vs. Forsythe.”
My heart pounds at her confidence. “Explain.”
“Switching up lawyers to delay a case. Forsythe vs. Nevada set the precedent that in the event of unreasonable number of lawyer changes, and enough solid evidence, the prosecution can move for a summary judgment and avoid a trial all together.”
“What was the state’s argument?” I sit back, fascinated by her.
She’s more determined than I expected. And I doubt her shitty brother has any idea how smart she is.
“The average Joe can’t afford to juggle lawyers,” she goes on and her voice sings to me. “But rich people tend to commit bigger crimes that threaten public interest.”
“That’s biased against rich people, Counselor,” I mock argue.
“The rich and powerful think the rules don’t apply to them.” And mafia bosses, but she doesn’t call me out, even though I’m sure she knows what I am. “They take risks the average person doesn’t.”
“This is good, sparkles.” My eyes flicker to her face.
For a blonde, her skin with warm tones glows, especially her cheeks. I’m glad when I see the scratch on her cheek is gone.
“Let’s download the whole Forsythe case and see if there are other references. Always have an ace in your back pocket.”
“Daniel called you a ‘cornered pit bull,’” she whispers. “Because of what he did for your brother.”
I level her with a hardened gaze. “Who would you rather see go down? A drug-addicted doctor with no real ties to organized crime, or the most powerful Cosa Nostra west of the Mississippi?”
