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willing to sacrifice to make that marriage succeed.”
    Jordan nodded. “Your ex-fiancé. Was he an attorney?”
    “No. Kenneth was a college professor. He taught history at UCF.”
    “What’s the reason the two of you broke up?” He already knew what Royce had told him but he wanted to hear it from her.
    Dominique didn’t say anything for the longest time; then she spoke. “Kenneth said I had gotten so caught up in wedding plans that I stopped giving him the attention he needed. And it was during that time that he became involved with another woman. She was someone who moved into his apartment complex.”
    She took a sip of coffee before continuing. She found Jordan easy to talk to. “According to him it was only a one-night stand. Although that may have been true, the woman got pregnant. He decided to tell me about her a week before our wedding, and only because she threatened to come to the wedding and make a scene unless he gave her enough money to start over in Texas somewhere. He actually had the nerve to ask my parents to loan him the money, and had expected me to continue on with our wedding.” She shook her head in disgust. “It never occurred to him that I would call off the wedding because of what he had done. After all, he felt everything was my fault.”
    Jordan snorted angrily. “And I guess you zipped down his pants and forced him to stick his thing into the other woman as well. Did it ever occur to him that he had betrayed you in the worst possible way?”
    The depth of Jordan’s anger surprised Dominique, and a part of her was touched it was on her behalf. “No, he didn’t see it that way.”
    “Then he was a fool.”
    She shook her head sadly. “He still is one. He honestly thinks we’ll get back together and eventually marry.”
    Jordan’s chest tightened with some strange emotion he had never felt before. Abruptly, he asked. “Why does he think that? Have you given him reason to think the two of you will be getting back together?”
    She lifted a brow at the hardness in his voice. “No. Like I said, he’s a fool. There’s no way he and I will ever get back together.”
    Jordan nodded, unwilling at the moment to question why he was glad to hear that her ex-fiancé didn’t stand a chance with her again.
     
     
     
     

Nine
     
    T hree days later Dominique sat in her courtroom rubbing the bridge of her nose in frustration. She looked at the two men who were nervously staring back at her. “Please approach the bench. The both of you.”
    When they stood directly in front of her, she said, “The two of you have really tried my patience today, and I refuse to let either of you turn my courtroom into a circus any longer. A woman is on trial for her life and I expect you to behave like the professionals you are or you will find yourselves in contempt of court.”
    Both men nodded. Neither was eager to pay a contempt-of-court fine. “Now then, shall we continue?”
    As they walked away she glanced at her watch. It was three o’clock already. The day had dragged by only because the prosecution and the defense had relentlessly bickered at each other, and had refused to give an inch. She had objected so much that her throat was raw.
    She sighed angrily. She had looked forward to preparing dinner for Jordan tonight, and now from the looks of things there was no way she would make it home at a decent time. And on top of that, the prosecution had come up with some new evidence she needed to review to determine whether it was admissible. During one of the short recesses, she had left a message on Jordan’s answering machine explaining her situation.
    She had seen Jordan that morning when they had jogged, but she hadn’t known the trial would go beyond the scheduled time.
    A moment later, while a witness on the stand was going over what had happened the day that Lee Fairchild had gotten killed, Dominique felt goose bumps form on her arms. She looked up to see Jordan, dressed in a tailored