Page 11 of Bishop

“Ms. Landry, Ms. Landry. I’m Gayle Storms with California Sun. I’m doing a story on Ryan Lavery. You were his defense lawyer and I wanted to talk to you about it.”

His name.

My chest had instantly become tight and I’d tried to focus on her features.Tall. Older. Dirty blonde hair that was going gray at the temples.

Shaking my head, I could only muster a, “No comment.”

The second I’d gotten back to my desk; I’d pushed the woman out of my mind. I didn’t want to rehash my past in Los Angeles. I didn’t want to remember how he’d held me captive for what seemed like eternity when it’d only been three days.

Beignets.

Soft and sticky sweet coated my tongue and caused me to let out a slight moan. Slowly, I licked the sweetness from my fingers just as a knock came on my door.

Will Florrick waltzed in and sent my stomach into a tizzy. He was tall and dark skinned, and he smelled like an entire walking wet dream. He white teeth gleamed in the sunlight giving off an ethereal like glow.

Then my eyes moved to his finger as I pulled a napkin to my mouth before tossing everything into the waste bin nearby.

Wedding band girl,I thought to myself.

“Hey you got a minute?” He asked.

“For you, of course,” I grinned back at him.

It’d been this way the entire time we’d been in law school together. All those late-night study sessions but it’d never gone any further.

“Good,” he nodded, coming in and closing my office door.

He sat down in the chair directly across from me, still smiling. Subconsciously, I fiddled with my hair and hoped nothing was in my teeth.

“I haven’t had a lot of time to stop in and see you…damn,” Will shook his head.

“Well, you’re running one of the biggest law firms in New Orleans,” I shrugged.

He went to speak, but paused. His brown eyes had a look of lust in them and I wondered what he was going to say next.

“I can’t believe how long it's been,” he grinned again.

“Practically a lifetime,” I offered.

My cellphone pinged on the corner of my desk. I knew it was my mother telling me to bring ice after work. We were having a family gathering and I absolutely couldn’t wait to see everyone. I’d only managed to see one of my sisters for a small lunch.

Will’s gaze seemed to linger on me longer than it should have. “It’s been a long while.”

Slowly, I tried to steer the conversation away from anything too uncomfortable. “So, what brings you by?”

He leaned back in his chair, his face turning serious. “Me and my partner are finding first year associates to take on different cases with us.”

“And you thought I’d be a good fit?”

He smiled slightly, nodding his head. “It’s just a heads up for now. But you are in the running to be on my team for a few of the upcoming criminal cases.”

My desk vibrated again, and my phone slid just an inch causing me to glance away for just a moment.

“It’s so damn good to see you, Emmy,” Will caused my attention to return to him.

By then he was standing. “We really should have dinner some time.”

The way he delivered those words sent a bolt of electricity down my spine. It was hard to ignore that he possibly might want more than just dinner.

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