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pretty sure I know what crude opinion Jude will have about her before I unlock the front door of the two-story brick house I grew up in and step inside.
    The woman may not have much experience in court, but she has been getting shit done, which makes me respect her a little more. For some reason, the more I respect her the more I want to fuck her.
    I'll never forget the way those blue eyes widened and her mouth fell open while checking me out at the pool. Her usual unfazed, ice princess facade crumbled for just a few seconds. She wanted me, despite the fact that she thinks I'm a guilty jackass. That's why she had tried to bolt and nearly knocked herself out on the cement. She was embarrassed that I'd witnessed her lustful perusal. She was probably pissed at herself for even considering fucking a lowlife like me. The woman's supposed to be marrying a future Presidential candidate for Christ's sakes. Although, she'd have to be an idiot to go through with that shit based on what I just heard him say to her.   
    "Dad? Jude?" I call out, stepping aside in the foyer to let Page through.
    A second later, my brother is sliding down the staircase banister on his ass, wearing nothing but navy blue sweatpants. With an airborne, flying leap dismount, he lands with a loud thud when both of his bare feet hit the foyer floor inches in front of us. I swear he acts like he's still twelve instead of twenty.
    "Hey, bro. Your attorney is fucking hot," Jude says with a lecherous grin. His eyes, the same dark chocolate as our mother's and mine, look appreciatively up and down Page, making her cheeks redden.
    While he's distracted with ogling her I pounce, effortless putting him in a headlock until he's bent over, his upper body parallel to the hardwood floor.
    "Jax, you fucker!" he yells as he flails about trying to get free, elbowing me in the chest and pulling on my arm that's over his throat.
    I bring my knee up on his head but not hard enough to break anything, then sweep his legs with my foot, taking him down to the ground.
    "Jax, don't choke your brother out in front of company," my dad says when he joins us in the foyer.
    Point made, I let Jude go and get back to my feet while he collapses flat on his stomach.
    "He needed to learn some manners," I reply, straightening my now crooked t-shirt.
    "Cheap shot," Jude grumbles.
    "Hi, Page. What are you two up to?" Dad asks the woman whose back is pressed against the door, looking at us like we're all nuts.
    "We just spent the day in AC. Luckily Page was able to get the video today or we would've been shit out of luck," I tell him.
    "I also spoke to a valet that remembered seeing...the bitch when she was leaving that night," Page speaks up for the first time since we've walked through the door.  
    "You did?" I ask in surprise.
    "Yes. His name is Steve Sanders," she replies proudly. "I've got his contact information and I'm going to draft up an affidavit that he's agreed to sign. He said she was fine and perfectly happy when she asked him to get her a cab. Her appearance was somewhat disheveled, but that's to be expected. He didn’t see any redness or bruising on her neck, either."
    Dad's eyebrows shoot to the ceiling and he gives a small smile, like he's impressed with the attractive young attorney. Lord knows I am.   
    "We’re hoping to get Jude's statement, since he was in the hotel room next door," she tells them.
    My little brother slowly gets to his feet, sending a pissy look my way, probably for besting him in front of Page.
    She turns to him and explains, "If you'll tell me anything you heard, I'll type it up and then get you to print and sign it."
    At that Jude smiles wickedly at her. "Well, at first it sounded like she was bitching, something about Jax never calling her. Then after that it was ' Fuck yesss ! Oh ! Oh ! Oh Godddd !'"  He uses a falsetto to make his imitation sound more authentic.
    "Geez," our dad mutters, shaking his head before thankfully retreating.
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