Page 62 of Maximum Dare
“I imagine you could win over any jury with your charisma.”
“You find me charismatic?” I teased.
She blushed a little. “Let’s just say…”
“Yes…?”
“You’re ridiculously hot. Like, embarrassingly good looking.”
“Why is it embarrassing?”
“Because women wonder what it would be like to…”
“To…?”
“You know.”
“Enlighten me.” It was fun to see her squirm.
“You’re easy on the eyes.”
I laughed. “So are you. You’re very pretty.”
Her coyness was adorable.
She cleared her throat and changed the subject. “Are you looking forward to going back to work?”
“Are you fishing to find out when I leave?”
“Might be.”
“I’ve managed to get another week in London.” I let out a weary sigh. “My work is pretty draining so it’s a welcome change.”
“That’s not good.”
“I didn’t always want to be a criminal defender,” I admitted.
“What did you want to be?”
I shook my head, unsure whether to share this detail about my life.
“Max?”
“I wanted to be a civil rights attorney.”
My thoughts wandered back to that call from a woman named Maria. She’d searched me out to take on her brother’s case and I’d not even spoken with her. I’d had my secretary handle it. I could have dug around and found out more details about the case but there’d been no point, really.
“Why aren’t you, then?” asked Daisy.
“Life had other plans for me.”
“What changed?”
I drew in a deep breath. “My father owned a law firm. I was expected to join it.”
Another sound down the hallway drew my attention. “Are you sure we’re alone?”
“Yes. I looked around when I first got here.” Daisy placed her hand on mine. “My aunt says it’s the ghosts from our past we need to be wary of.”
