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that told him that maybe there was more to
her dedication to this case than what was on the surface. He dismissed it from
his mind, not wanting to go there in his imagination. Renita was a beautiful
woman, and he was having enough problems with his life without complicating
things.
    “There’s a such thing as too much dedication,” was all that
he said.
    When she raised an eyebrow he laughed, “I should know.
Lately, Liza has been telling me that my dedication to the practice is out of
whack with my dedication for her,” he said, his thoughts once again on his
situation.
    “Well, I don’t think Mrs. Colburn knows a good thing when
she has it. You’re dedication and passion is what makes you who you are.
Without either one you wouldn’t be the man that you are.”
    He wouldn’t be human if he didn’t admit that her words were
a stroke to his ego. The collar on his shirt suddenly felt tight and he forced
himself not to unbutton the top two buttons as he mumbled a thank you.
    * * * * *
    Liza came out of a sound sleep to feel Greg’s big hands
touching her, pulling her body close to his chest as he slid the straps of her
negligee from her shoulders. He placed a warm kiss in the hollow where her
shoulder and neck met as the gown slid down her breasts.
    In the in-between stages of sleep and wakefulness, she
allowed him to play and kiss her nape, even moving her head to the side to give
him better access to her sensitive spot. It was several minutes of light
lovemaking until she came to awareness and opened one sleepy eye to glance at
the small clock radio on her side table. When she noted the time, she felt her
entire body go rigid before she sat up in bed and turned sleepy, furious eyes
in his direction.
    “Oh no the hell you don’t, Greg.”
    “Don’t be angry Li, it’s been a long night.”
    “Night?” she asked, her voice rising, the fogginess from
sleep evaporating as she glanced at the time again. “Try morning, Greg. It’s
one o’clock in the morning. Where the hell have you been?”
    He sat up in bed and rubbed a hand over his face. “Where do
you think I’ve been?”
    “I’m assuming the office. Working on the case. With Renita,”
she added the last bit and raised an eyebrow.
    He chose that moment to move his head and the light from the
bright moon showed the red flush that covered his lower jaw, and Liza felt her
stomach drop with sudden pain.
    “Liza, we were working. Please,” she heard the exasperation
in his voice and barely refrained from punching him in the chest. Hard. “Renita
is a great paralegal and I’m lucky to have her work for me. But that’s all
there is to the relationship.”
    When he reached out for her to pull her close, she snatched
her body away and moved as far away from him as possible. So far away that she
damn near fell off the bed. She yanked the blanket to her chin and refused to
even bother answering his comment about how wonderful a paralegal Renita was.
She wasn’t liable for her actions if she did.
    She heard him sigh deeply and moments later she felt the
mattress shift as he moved his body into another position. A peek over her
shoulder told her that he too had turned his back to her as he settled.
    She turned around; ignoring the sting of tears threatening
to break free and closed her eyes before falling into a restless sleep.

Chapter Seven
     
    The next morning, Liza woke early to find Greg had already
risen from bed as she heard him making noise in their master bathroom.
    She lifted her body up just enough to settle her gaze to the
clock radio and confirmed what her internal clock already told her, that it was
several minutes until 7:00 a.m. She’d had an internal clock that woke her up no
matter what, at the same time, every day, since college.
    She reached over and turned on the radio, wanting to hear
what the forecast was for the day and was cheered considerably when the
forecast promised a spring day warming, dispelling the chill they’d had