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time the scent had been comforting and calming. Not now. Tonight it jangled her nerves and made her palms sweat.
    She had to get control of herself. “A red sports car is a cliché, don’t you think?”
    Devin shrugged. “I always wanted one. Don’t you remember?”
    She did, now that he mentioned it. A fancy car much like this one had always been Dev’s wish when they played “One Day When We Are Rich.” They’d drink off-brand beer and pretend it was champagne while they planned the fabulous vacations they’d take and the house in the country they’d buy.
    It all seemed a little silly in retrospect, but it brought a small smile to her face before a feeling of sadness and loss for the kids they were and the dreams they’d had settled on her shoulders.
    The feeling passed, though, when she realized Devin had achieved part of their dreams without her. “But now I know that sports cars are overcompensation devices for men who are, ahem, lacking. ”
    Dev’s smile was wicked in the half-light of the car, and she knew instantly she shouldn’t have gone there. “I don’t remember you complaining about my lack of anything. In fact, you seemed more than satisfied with my compensation.”
    Heat rushed to her face, and she could feel her ears burning. She refused to take the bait, though, and chose insteadto move to the neutral topic of directions. Dev’s eyebrow went up when she told him her address, but thankfully, he didn’t press further.
    They rode in silence for a few minutes, and Megan stared out the window at the familiar scenery to keep from trying to watch Devin’s face out of the corner of her eye. It was ridiculous to be so uncomfortable. This was just Dev, for goodness’ sake. At the same time, this was Dev, and that did funny things to her heart rate.
    When he spoke, she jumped. “Everything else aside, you did well tonight. On the air, I mean.”
    She turned in time to see the side of his mouth curve upward at the last sentence. Small talk. Excellent idea. “Thanks. It was both easier and more nerve-racking than I thought. If that’s possible.”
    â€œI understand. Not everyone does so well their first time.”
    â€œYou’re very good at what you do—on the air, at least,” she qualified, and that got another smirk from Devin. “I can’t say I agree with even half of what you said to your callers, but I’m impressed nonetheless.”
    Devin nodded at the compliment, and the question that had been on her tongue all night couldn’t be held back any longer. “What happened to you, Dev?”
    He looked surprised. “Happened how?”
    â€œYou used to have all this passion for justice and now you’re a divorce attorney.”
    â€œAre you saying that there’s no need for justice to be served in divorce proceedings?”
    â€œNot at all. But I know you came to Chicago to do something bigger than argue alimony.”
    â€œThings work out differently than we plan sometimes.” There was an undertone of bitterness to his words. She was familiar with the taste herself, so she couldn’t blamehim. “I was asked by my boss to help with a divorce for a client. It wasn’t our usual thing, but we were doing it as a personal favor for that client. It was supposed to be simple and low-key. Instead it exploded, spinning completely out of control and hitting all the papers.”
    â€œThat football player, right? I remember seeing your name tied up in that.”
    He nodded. “The longer it dragged on, the more salacious it got—mistresses and illegitimate children and accusations of abuse and extortion. And that’s only what made the papers. The stuff that didn’t would curl your hair. The division of property was a nightmare. I spent the better part of two years sorting out that one divorce.” He snorted. “So much for simple