instead of the Blossom Café. Then a little over two years ago, he had run into Tammy again. She hadn’t changed one bit. She was cute, bubbly, and still very nice, although a bit more forward than she had been in the past. But when she hit on him, it only stroked his ego. He never bothered to actually look past the fact that she still looked like she was sixteen. She didn’t have the womanly curves he had grown used to on others. And so he had been shallow and ignored her.
His indifference toward Tammy lasted until Christmas this past year. That was when Cy had pulled her into a kiss. She had thrown her arms around him and kissed him with such wild abandoned passion that he was instantly enamored. When Cy caressed her bottom, Pierce realized she had a perfectly shaped one. Then he noticed the way her breasts pushed against Cy’s chest and noticed that while they were small, they were perky and he was itching to feel them. However, it hadn't been enough to draw him away from his plaything.
Now when he was at the lowest point of his life, Tammy had been there. She wasn’t hitting on him, she was supporting him. Even more than his so-called girlfriend had done and he realized just how dumb he had been. Why did it take such a tragedy to open his eyes only to show him something he couldn’t have? There was no way he was going to get involved with her now as he stood trial for murder. He couldn’t do that to her or her reputation.
Tammy kicked off her shoes and poured herself a glass of wine. She had stayed at the Davies farm for a short while after Pierce left and fielded questions from his family. Then she made her way to the office and spent the afternoon and most of the evening going through case law for Pierce’s lack-of-memory defense. Finally she had thrown in the towel and headed home.
A strong knock at the door had her hurrying to open it. She was woman enough to admit she hoped it was Pierce coming to kiss her and confess his undying love for her. Cliché, yes… but it didn’t mean she wasn’t thinking it.
“I knew you'd come by,” she said with a smile as she opened the door. Years of maintaining a sunny personality even when she didn’t feel like it kept the smile in place.
“You did? Impressive, considering I didn’t even know until a little while ago when I called you for the fifth time and finally gave up. I decided to come here instead.” Demetri’s Greek voice purred with a hint of aggravation.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Demetri. It’s just this case I'm on. My time has not been my own these past couple of days.” Tammy opened the door to her apartment and watched as he strutted in.
“Your client—it’s the guy you told me about, isn’t it? The one who ignored you all those years?” Demetri asked as he poured a second glass of wine.
“Yes, it’s Pierce. Look, Demetri, we need to talk.” Tammy took a sip of her wine and looked up as Demetri set down his glass.
“I figured that when I didn’t hear from you for two days. It was easy enough to figure out that you’re still not over him, are you?”
“No, I’m not,” Tammy confessed.
Demetri set his glass down and looked at her with a mix of anger and pity. “He’ll never love you, you know?”
Tammy shrugged her shoulders in answer. “I’m willing to take that chance.”
CHAPTER SIX
Tammy rolled over onto her back and stared at the ceiling. Demetri was pissed, but was he right? Did she have no chance with Pierce? She slapped her hands on the mattress and pushed herself up. She might not have a chance with him, but Tammy could find out what happened to him.
She jumped out of bed and slid into a royal blue flowing skirt, slipped on a pale pink tank top, slid her feet into worn brown cowboy boots, and grabbed her purse. It was a little after eleven at night—a perfect time to hit the bars!
As Tammy drove to Lexington, she remembered that Pierce’s truck was still at the wedding reception after he left.
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