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represent one, itAEs just that no manAEs ever shown up in my office.o
oBut they must exist, men whoAEve been dumped.o
oThe statistics donAEt speak well for your gender, Mr. Charles.o
He frowned. oThere are always anomalies in the statistics.o
oIAEm sure there are. But IAEve never met one, in all the cases IAEve handled.o
oMaybe because men tend to keep their pain to themselves.o
oPerhaps.o Amber took another sip of coffee. oI thought we were trying to forget about work tonight.o
oGuilty.o Grayson rose from his seat. oIAEll walk you back to your car.o
Fair Game Inc (2010)
****
Even in the dark, Amber could tell there was something wrong with the lopsided way the Honda sat on the pavement.
oOh no.o She rushed forward, confirming her suspicions.
oWhat is it?o
oFlat tire.o Amber leaned against the car that was at least five years past its prime. oThatAEs a new tire, too. I must have run over something in the industrial park.o
oIsnAEt that always the way?o Grayson offered sympathetically. oMy car always breaks down on a full tank of gas.o
oI didnAEt think Mercedes broke down.o The barb came out more nasty than she intended and she winced.
Grayson ignored her sarcasm. oOnce in a while they do. And theyAEre expensive to fix. Can I offer you a lift?o
oThanks, but IAEm going to need it first thing in the morning. I better call the motor league.o
oGot a spare?o
oSure, but itAEs a snow tire.o
oIt would get you home.o
oIAEm perfectly capable of changing a tire.o
oTake less time if there were two of us....o
oI didnAEt think lawyers did tires.o
oConsider it a job for legal aid.o
Amber smiled, even though it was past midnight and they were standing in the middle of a deserted street. Opening the trunk, she took out the jack and wrench. oAll right, Counselor, itAEs all yours.o
Positioning the jack, he went to work with the wrench. oGot a flashlight?o
oHang on.o Amber opened the passenger side door and reached into the glove compartment.
Glancing up, she caught a glimpse of a strange pattern stenciled across the windows in the dim glow of the streetlight.
Her gasp brought GraysonAEs head up sharply. oWhat is it?o
oLook!o
Leaving the tire, he followed her around the front of the car.
Scrawled in the dust on her windshield were the words: Stay Away.
Chapter FIVE
oThe worm!o
The petite brunette stared at the black and white photos spread across AmberAEs desk.
oYou know her?o
oHer name is Mandy,o her client launched the name across the desk like a flame thrower. oSheAEs his boss, can you believe that?o
oActually,o Amber said. oI can. IAEve seen it all.o
Jennifer rummaged in her purse, coming up at last with a well-worn check book. oWell, thatAEs it then. Will you take a personal check?o
oCheck or credit card, which ever is more convenient,o Amber said congenially. The deluxe package was hers, regardless of GraysonAEs demands on her time.
oI want the deluxe package. The extra-deluxe package if you have one.o
oWe can arrange a custom package if you wish.o
oI want lights, camera, videotape. A framed sixteen by twenty to hang on my living room wall!o
oThe photograph will be extra.o Amber reached for her calculator. oIAEll have to hire a photographer and a videographer.o
oNo problem. Just give me the grand total.o
Amber named a sum sure to send Jennifer fleeing her office.
Jennifer swallowed, thought about it for a second, then asked quickly, oCan I borrow that calculator?o
Amber watched breathlessly as she balanced her checkbook.
oAnd how much would you like as a deposit?o
oThirty percent,o Amber said, certain even that much would be beyond JenniferAEs budget.
To her amazement Jennifer scribbled her name on one of her embossed checks and handed it calmly to Amber.
Amber tucked the check in her top drawer. Folding her hands neatly in front of her, she leaned forward.
oNow all we need to discuss is what type of revenge we should exact upon Mister--o
oJames. Aidan James.o
oMr. James. Please
oBut they must exist, men whoAEve been dumped.o
oThe statistics donAEt speak well for your gender, Mr. Charles.o
He frowned. oThere are always anomalies in the statistics.o
oIAEm sure there are. But IAEve never met one, in all the cases IAEve handled.o
oMaybe because men tend to keep their pain to themselves.o
oPerhaps.o Amber took another sip of coffee. oI thought we were trying to forget about work tonight.o
oGuilty.o Grayson rose from his seat. oIAEll walk you back to your car.o
Fair Game Inc (2010)
****
Even in the dark, Amber could tell there was something wrong with the lopsided way the Honda sat on the pavement.
oOh no.o She rushed forward, confirming her suspicions.
oWhat is it?o
oFlat tire.o Amber leaned against the car that was at least five years past its prime. oThatAEs a new tire, too. I must have run over something in the industrial park.o
oIsnAEt that always the way?o Grayson offered sympathetically. oMy car always breaks down on a full tank of gas.o
oI didnAEt think Mercedes broke down.o The barb came out more nasty than she intended and she winced.
Grayson ignored her sarcasm. oOnce in a while they do. And theyAEre expensive to fix. Can I offer you a lift?o
oThanks, but IAEm going to need it first thing in the morning. I better call the motor league.o
oGot a spare?o
oSure, but itAEs a snow tire.o
oIt would get you home.o
oIAEm perfectly capable of changing a tire.o
oTake less time if there were two of us....o
oI didnAEt think lawyers did tires.o
oConsider it a job for legal aid.o
Amber smiled, even though it was past midnight and they were standing in the middle of a deserted street. Opening the trunk, she took out the jack and wrench. oAll right, Counselor, itAEs all yours.o
Positioning the jack, he went to work with the wrench. oGot a flashlight?o
oHang on.o Amber opened the passenger side door and reached into the glove compartment.
Glancing up, she caught a glimpse of a strange pattern stenciled across the windows in the dim glow of the streetlight.
Her gasp brought GraysonAEs head up sharply. oWhat is it?o
oLook!o
Leaving the tire, he followed her around the front of the car.
Scrawled in the dust on her windshield were the words: Stay Away.
Chapter FIVE
oThe worm!o
The petite brunette stared at the black and white photos spread across AmberAEs desk.
oYou know her?o
oHer name is Mandy,o her client launched the name across the desk like a flame thrower. oSheAEs his boss, can you believe that?o
oActually,o Amber said. oI can. IAEve seen it all.o
Jennifer rummaged in her purse, coming up at last with a well-worn check book. oWell, thatAEs it then. Will you take a personal check?o
oCheck or credit card, which ever is more convenient,o Amber said congenially. The deluxe package was hers, regardless of GraysonAEs demands on her time.
oI want the deluxe package. The extra-deluxe package if you have one.o
oWe can arrange a custom package if you wish.o
oI want lights, camera, videotape. A framed sixteen by twenty to hang on my living room wall!o
oThe photograph will be extra.o Amber reached for her calculator. oIAEll have to hire a photographer and a videographer.o
oNo problem. Just give me the grand total.o
Amber named a sum sure to send Jennifer fleeing her office.
Jennifer swallowed, thought about it for a second, then asked quickly, oCan I borrow that calculator?o
Amber watched breathlessly as she balanced her checkbook.
oAnd how much would you like as a deposit?o
oThirty percent,o Amber said, certain even that much would be beyond JenniferAEs budget.
To her amazement Jennifer scribbled her name on one of her embossed checks and handed it calmly to Amber.
Amber tucked the check in her top drawer. Folding her hands neatly in front of her, she leaned forward.
oNow all we need to discuss is what type of revenge we should exact upon Mister--o
oJames. Aidan James.o
oMr. James. Please
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