Page 158 of Liar's Point

“You haven’t, no.”

He slipped his hand between her legs.

“I fucking love it.”

She tipped her head back, savoring the low groan in his chest as his fingers found her.

“We really shouldn’t do this tonight,” she said. “Aren’t you supposed to... rest or—oh my God.”

His mouth settled on hers as his fingers worked their magic, and she felt him smile against her lips. “Not a chance.”

CHAPTER

THIRTY-ONE

Six weeks later

Cassandra entered the office and was surprised to see a young woman seated at the reception desk.

“Can I help you?”

“Um...” She stepped over. “I’m here to see Alex Breda?”

“Is Mr.Breda expecting you?”

“No.”

“And your name, please?”

“It’s Miller.” She cleared her throat. “Cassandra Miller.”

Alex’s office door opened, and a woman stepped out. She was strikingly beautiful and almost as tall as Alex. She hitched a Fendi purse onto her shoulder as she preceded him down the hallway.

“Thanks for your time,” she said, looking back at him. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course.” Alex glanced at Cassandra as he ushered the woman to the door and opened it. “I’ll be in touch.”

After she was gone, he turned around.

“Hey there.” He looked Cassandra up and down, and she could tell by his expression he knew she was on her way somewhere.

“Sorry to just show up,” Cassandra said. “You have a minute? This shouldn’t take long.”

“Sure.” He darted a look at the receptionist, who was watching them curiously. “Hold my calls, Emma, would you?”

“No problem.”

He led her down the hall, and this time the floor wasn’t lined with moving boxes. There were pictures on the walls now, and Cassandra stopped beside the door, where the framed magazine article he had taken down was now prominently displayed: Breda & Braxton Take On H-Town.

So his sister had won the argument.

“Come on in,” he said.

Cassandra lingered in front of the article for a moment. She’d read it online, hoping for a few more clues about her semi-famous attorney. But the write-up had offered little in the way of personal gossip.

“So, I’ve been wondering,” she said, stepping into the office and taking the empty visitor’s chair. His boxes had been unpacked, and now his credenza was loaded up with binders and law books.

“Yes?” He lifted an eyebrow.

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