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much time before the judge calls your case.”
“Hello again,” says Riley, as she sits down in the spot that Tim just vacated. “Jensen, right?”
“Right.” I nod at the file in her hand.
“Oh yes, of course,” she says, and blushing, begins opening the file. I realize that she had remembered my name without being reminded by the file.
Hmmm . Maybe this attorney/ client relationship will work out better than I thought.
“Now let me see here… I just got your file right now. I mean, obviously. Now let me see…”
She begins grabbing at various papers in the file, obviously flustered. It appears I have quite an effect on this otherwise put- together lawyer .
“…your other lawyer, Dylan, was in the process of securing an expert to testify as to your PTSD,” she notes.
“Forget about that,” I snap at her, fuming mad now and not even caring whether or not she’s as attracted to me as I am to her. I just want to get my point across. Leave it to Dylan to paper my file with the defense I didn’t want him to pursue.
“I’m sorry?”
“That’s why he’s not my lawyer anymore. I don’t want to pursue the PTSD defense. I don’t have PTSD.”
“Okay.”
I look at her, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. Was that an “okay” as in, “I’ll give you lip service but do what I want,” like Dylan always meant when he said “okay”? Or was that an “okay” as in, “Okay, I’m on your side and I agree?” Or maybe it was just an “Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing here so I’ll just say okay to whatever you say?”
I look at her furrowed brow as she continues to rifle through the pages of my file and I decide it’s most definitely the last option. Although I do like the idea of “lip service…”
“State versus Jensen Bradford, Case Number 11-203-cr-29788,” announces the bailiff, starting me out of the dirty thoughts I was about to escape into. Riley looks startled as well.
“I’m up,” I announce, despite my better interests rather intrigued to see how this will play out.
“Yes,” Riley says, as she walks ahead of me to the podium in front of the judge. She’s looking around and then back down at the file in her hands, rather frantically.
It’s obvious that she has no idea what she’s doing in my case. But I just can’t stop staring at her perfect ass.
Chapter 11
No .
As I walk into the courtroom and see Jensen, I can’t believe he’s the client I’ve been assigned to represent. Anyone but him .
Flipping through his file after Tim leaves the two of us alone together, I see references to assault and battery, PTSD, history of issues in the military, and my stomach churns. There is no denying that I’m attracted to him, but I’m angry at myself for it.
He’s a criminal, Riley. Dangerous. No good for you.
Yet I barely get any time to think about my strange attraction to Jensen or start preparing to defend his case before the judge has called us up. I’m not used to things moving so quickly. In civil court, I would have had time to write a lot of motions and brief a lot of issues before I ever had to face a judge. Now I’m just supposed to stand up here and wing it, I guess.
As I walk up to the podium, I feel more nervous than I think I’ve ever felt during my legal career. I don’t know how much of it stems from the annoying hyperventilating effect that this Jensen guy has on me, and how much of it stems from having no idea what I’m doing.
“Your Honor, I’m Riley Morrell, now representing Jensen…” I flip his file over on its face so that I can see the name on top “…Bradford in this case.”
He peers at me from out from under small horn-rimmed glasses. “What happened to Dylan Trambone of Veterans’ Legal Alliance?”
His voice is gruff and demanding. Great, I must be in for a treat .
In civil court, there’s an air of mutual professional respect. I know the judges and they know me. But this criminal court seems more like an
“Hello again,” says Riley, as she sits down in the spot that Tim just vacated. “Jensen, right?”
“Right.” I nod at the file in her hand.
“Oh yes, of course,” she says, and blushing, begins opening the file. I realize that she had remembered my name without being reminded by the file.
Hmmm . Maybe this attorney/ client relationship will work out better than I thought.
“Now let me see here… I just got your file right now. I mean, obviously. Now let me see…”
She begins grabbing at various papers in the file, obviously flustered. It appears I have quite an effect on this otherwise put- together lawyer .
“…your other lawyer, Dylan, was in the process of securing an expert to testify as to your PTSD,” she notes.
“Forget about that,” I snap at her, fuming mad now and not even caring whether or not she’s as attracted to me as I am to her. I just want to get my point across. Leave it to Dylan to paper my file with the defense I didn’t want him to pursue.
“I’m sorry?”
“That’s why he’s not my lawyer anymore. I don’t want to pursue the PTSD defense. I don’t have PTSD.”
“Okay.”
I look at her, trying to figure out what she’s thinking. Was that an “okay” as in, “I’ll give you lip service but do what I want,” like Dylan always meant when he said “okay”? Or was that an “okay” as in, “Okay, I’m on your side and I agree?” Or maybe it was just an “Okay, I have no idea what I’m doing here so I’ll just say okay to whatever you say?”
I look at her furrowed brow as she continues to rifle through the pages of my file and I decide it’s most definitely the last option. Although I do like the idea of “lip service…”
“State versus Jensen Bradford, Case Number 11-203-cr-29788,” announces the bailiff, starting me out of the dirty thoughts I was about to escape into. Riley looks startled as well.
“I’m up,” I announce, despite my better interests rather intrigued to see how this will play out.
“Yes,” Riley says, as she walks ahead of me to the podium in front of the judge. She’s looking around and then back down at the file in her hands, rather frantically.
It’s obvious that she has no idea what she’s doing in my case. But I just can’t stop staring at her perfect ass.
Chapter 11
No .
As I walk into the courtroom and see Jensen, I can’t believe he’s the client I’ve been assigned to represent. Anyone but him .
Flipping through his file after Tim leaves the two of us alone together, I see references to assault and battery, PTSD, history of issues in the military, and my stomach churns. There is no denying that I’m attracted to him, but I’m angry at myself for it.
He’s a criminal, Riley. Dangerous. No good for you.
Yet I barely get any time to think about my strange attraction to Jensen or start preparing to defend his case before the judge has called us up. I’m not used to things moving so quickly. In civil court, I would have had time to write a lot of motions and brief a lot of issues before I ever had to face a judge. Now I’m just supposed to stand up here and wing it, I guess.
As I walk up to the podium, I feel more nervous than I think I’ve ever felt during my legal career. I don’t know how much of it stems from the annoying hyperventilating effect that this Jensen guy has on me, and how much of it stems from having no idea what I’m doing.
“Your Honor, I’m Riley Morrell, now representing Jensen…” I flip his file over on its face so that I can see the name on top “…Bradford in this case.”
He peers at me from out from under small horn-rimmed glasses. “What happened to Dylan Trambone of Veterans’ Legal Alliance?”
His voice is gruff and demanding. Great, I must be in for a treat .
In civil court, there’s an air of mutual professional respect. I know the judges and they know me. But this criminal court seems more like an
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