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just confessed it to him. “I’ve never said that out loud. I don’t know why I keep telling you my deep, dark secrets.” Her cheeks took on the color of her strawberry blonde hair.
His sexy chuckle eased her trepidation. “I like deep and dark, but if I get the chance to meet any of your relatives, I swear I will never tell anyone about that.”
“Thank you!” She hadn’t laughed at all in the last six weeks, and he’d successfully made her smile and laugh without end. “I’m sure you’ll get to meet some of them at the will hearing thing.” That realization robbed her of her earlier laughter.
“I have a lawyer friend that lives in Tuscaloosa that will have to file the transfer for me, but the will hearing I can handle with no problem. I do want to talk to a few literary lawyers up in New York before I take on your publishers, though. That’s not my field, per se. I don’t think it will be difficult, but I want to make sure you win. I want to cover all of my bases so to speak.”
“So, you handle a lot of wills and crazy family stuff then?”
John smirked. “You hoping your relatives won’t be the craziest I’ve ever encountered?”
“Yes!” She laughed again. It was a sound he was quickly becoming addicted to hearing.
“Well, trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen it all. I handle mostly divorces, but I’ve seen my fair share of will and inheritance insanity. Once, I negotiated a bi-weekly custody situation for a ferret and a parakeet that couldn’t stand each other. That’s why the couple was divorcing—so that the pets could live in separate abodes. I’m doubting your family holds a candle to that.”
Arley dissolved in another round of laughter over his story, but the prickly edges of the term divorce attorney seemed to pinhole her stomach. Certainly she knew that people got divorced. Heck, she’d written her fair share of second chance romances involving divorcees, but she just didn’t care for the concept that love somehow ended. She preferred to believe that true love had a happy ending always. Don’t be stupid, Arley. This is real life, not one of your novels.
She distracted herself from his career by watching him cut into his steak. The way his substantial hands tensed when he made methodic work of the meat eased her tension and made her wonder what it would feel like to experience the warmth of his hands on her body.
She wound the long ribbons of pasta covered in a delectable cream sauce up on her fork and speared a scallop on the end before bringing the heavenly mixture to her mouth. A slight moan escaped without her permission. The food and the company somehow fed not just her stomach, but her soul. It had been so long since she’d had anything so delicious.
When she opened her eyes, John was watching her with a decidedly hungry gaze that made her entire body quiver in need. It had been entirely too long since she’d been in bed with anything other than her favorite vibrator. As Chase had never successfully gotten her to orgasm, that made it nearly two years since she’d been satisfied by an actual human being. And never, in her entire life, had someone looked at her like he’d gladly walk away from his rare steak and devour her instead.
“Uh …” her voice shook. His admiring gaze never faltered. “So … uh … law. Lawyer. I mean, how did you decide you wanted to be a lawyer?” Wow, Arley, that was brilliant. Have you ever had a conversation before? She tried to shake off her inward mocking. “I mean, how did you decide you wanted to go into family law?” She couldn’t quite bring herself to call him a divorce attorney.
She watched his Adams apple contract as he wiped his mouth. Debate set in his eyes and his lean muscles contracted in a quick tense. With a quick inhalation, he seemed to decide to go on with his story.
She’s basically laid everything out on the line for you. You might as well tell her . John didn’t really care to
His sexy chuckle eased her trepidation. “I like deep and dark, but if I get the chance to meet any of your relatives, I swear I will never tell anyone about that.”
“Thank you!” She hadn’t laughed at all in the last six weeks, and he’d successfully made her smile and laugh without end. “I’m sure you’ll get to meet some of them at the will hearing thing.” That realization robbed her of her earlier laughter.
“I have a lawyer friend that lives in Tuscaloosa that will have to file the transfer for me, but the will hearing I can handle with no problem. I do want to talk to a few literary lawyers up in New York before I take on your publishers, though. That’s not my field, per se. I don’t think it will be difficult, but I want to make sure you win. I want to cover all of my bases so to speak.”
“So, you handle a lot of wills and crazy family stuff then?”
John smirked. “You hoping your relatives won’t be the craziest I’ve ever encountered?”
“Yes!” She laughed again. It was a sound he was quickly becoming addicted to hearing.
“Well, trust me, you have nothing to worry about. I’ve seen it all. I handle mostly divorces, but I’ve seen my fair share of will and inheritance insanity. Once, I negotiated a bi-weekly custody situation for a ferret and a parakeet that couldn’t stand each other. That’s why the couple was divorcing—so that the pets could live in separate abodes. I’m doubting your family holds a candle to that.”
Arley dissolved in another round of laughter over his story, but the prickly edges of the term divorce attorney seemed to pinhole her stomach. Certainly she knew that people got divorced. Heck, she’d written her fair share of second chance romances involving divorcees, but she just didn’t care for the concept that love somehow ended. She preferred to believe that true love had a happy ending always. Don’t be stupid, Arley. This is real life, not one of your novels.
She distracted herself from his career by watching him cut into his steak. The way his substantial hands tensed when he made methodic work of the meat eased her tension and made her wonder what it would feel like to experience the warmth of his hands on her body.
She wound the long ribbons of pasta covered in a delectable cream sauce up on her fork and speared a scallop on the end before bringing the heavenly mixture to her mouth. A slight moan escaped without her permission. The food and the company somehow fed not just her stomach, but her soul. It had been so long since she’d had anything so delicious.
When she opened her eyes, John was watching her with a decidedly hungry gaze that made her entire body quiver in need. It had been entirely too long since she’d been in bed with anything other than her favorite vibrator. As Chase had never successfully gotten her to orgasm, that made it nearly two years since she’d been satisfied by an actual human being. And never, in her entire life, had someone looked at her like he’d gladly walk away from his rare steak and devour her instead.
“Uh …” her voice shook. His admiring gaze never faltered. “So … uh … law. Lawyer. I mean, how did you decide you wanted to be a lawyer?” Wow, Arley, that was brilliant. Have you ever had a conversation before? She tried to shake off her inward mocking. “I mean, how did you decide you wanted to go into family law?” She couldn’t quite bring herself to call him a divorce attorney.
She watched his Adams apple contract as he wiped his mouth. Debate set in his eyes and his lean muscles contracted in a quick tense. With a quick inhalation, he seemed to decide to go on with his story.
She’s basically laid everything out on the line for you. You might as well tell her . John didn’t really care to
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