exposed and aroused isnât solid evidence.â
âYou can argue that during the trial.â
She stared at him again. âI guarantee I will if we have a trial. Iâll have my motions on your desk by tomorrow.â
Frustrated with her persistence and his own lack of research, Daniel said, âIf youâre trying to convince me to go easy on this guy, forget it, Counselor. Mr. Massey assaulted a senior citizen. Thatâs a class A misdemeanor. The state isnât going to budge.â That fact had been more than apparent during his earlier conversation with Allan Vera.
She grabbed her briefcase and stood. âOkay. Have it your way. Hopefully the presiding judge will see it my way.â
Daniel came to his feet. âAnything else?â
âNot at the moment, but if I think of something else, Iâll let you know.â She swept her hair away from her face with one hand. Today it fell to her shoulders in soft curls, just as it had the other night. Daniel was assaulted by the sudden fantasy of having those curls raking over his bare chestâand lower. He needed to get a grip, and not on her.
âI hope youâre ready for this, Counselor,â she said.
Daniel rounded the desk and stood before her. Not too close, but close enough to get the full effect of her vivid blue eyes. âIâll be ready.â
âSo will I.â
âBut youâre not going to win this one, Alisha.â
She lifted her chin and sent him a smug smile. âWanna bet?â
He streaked a hand over his jaw. âSure. What should we wager?â
Her smile faded into a frown. âI wasnât serious.â
âI am.â He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep from reaching out to her. âHow confident are you that youâll win?â
âMight I remind you, if anyone found out money exchanged hands between us, weâd both be disbarred.â
âI didnât say a thing about money.â
Alisha eyed him skeptically. âWhat exactly do you have in mind?â
Something that would be deemed downright dirty. âIâd have to think on it, but I have a few ideas.â
âSo do I,â she said, continuing to clutch the briefcase to her breasts. âIf you loseâwhich you willâIâd consider something involving a little public humiliation. Maybe Iâll make you wear Lesâs sequined toreador outfit, sans pants, and you can give a speech on the courthouse steps.â
âYou know, Alisha, if you want to get me naked again, you donât have to win a bet. You only have to ask me.â
She wagged a finger at him. âWeâre not going to go there again, Counselor. Not now.â
That ânot nowâ thing gave him some hope. âLater?â
âYouâre going to continue to give me a hard time, arenât you?â
âIâll give you whatever you want me to give you,â he said.
She drew in a shaky breath and her eyes took on a hazy cast. No way could he miss it. âI want you to consider keeping this case out of court.â
âIâm not talking about the case and you know it.â
âI know, and we canât talk about whatâs happening between us,â she said. âWe certainly canât act on it.â
At least sheâd admitted there was an âus.â âTrue, but this trial isnât going to stop me from thinking about it.â He took her hand and pulled her forward. âAnd youâll be thinking about it, too.â
âDaniel, this isnât a good idea at all,â she said without much conviction. And even more telling, she didnât yank her hand out of his grasp.
âYeah, I know. Thatâs why Iâm not going to do anything but this.â Lifting her hand, he turned it over and brushed a kiss on her palm, followed by a streak of his tongue, before releasing her. âIf thatâs what I have to settle for right now, then
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