Page 122 of Tequila Tuesdays

I shrugged sheepishly. “I… uh, got worried about Shanda.”

Harmon smirked. “Uh-huh. And you weren’t worried about Damien Andreasen at all.”

“Who? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He patted my arm. “It’s okay. We all like him—a hell of a lot more than that slimy prosecutor and a few other assholes who’ve been harassing you.”

I nodded vigorously, giving up any pretense of not knowing Damien. “Me too, Harmon. Me too.”

After I finished with my preliminary hearings, I planned to have lunch with Damien. He was waiting for me in the hallway outside the courtroom. He seemed to know I was still a little traumatized from yesterday.

When I spotted him leaning against the wall waiting for me, my heart swelled. I loved his tall muscular body, strong jaw, and beautiful face with his slightly messy, thick, dark blond hair.

I also loved him—his kindness, his wit, and sarcasm. And even that damned dimple. He treated me like gold, and his colleagues and friends adored him. And Gary loved him almost as much as me.

Well, shit. I just realized I loved the bastard. I rocked back on my heels and got a little lightheaded.

He looked up from his phone and noticed me, then grinned. I walked over and stood in front of him. When he straightened, I spontaneously rolled up on my toes and kissed him on the mouth. He put his arms around me and pulled me in for another kiss.

“I guess you win the bet, Andreasen,” Trevor, the asshole prosecutor, sneered from behind us. “I’m not sure if you really won though. She seems pretty cold to me.”

Damien and I pulled apart, and my mouth fell open. I looked up at Damien before turning around to stare at Trevor. I knew he was a mean snake, but I didn’t know he was stupid too.

Damien’s face had gone hard and cold, and his jaw locked.

He stepped around me and leaned down into Trevor’s face. “If youeverharass Harley again, or even look at her wrong, I’ll kick your fucking ass,” he said softly. He grabbed Trevor’s shoulder and squeezed.

Trevor looked up at Damien’s hard face and paled. He stumbled back a little, dislodging Damien’s hold. “I didn’t mean anything—”

Damien cut him off. “Don’t give me that shit. She shot you down and made you feel like the mean little prick you are, so you decided to start that fucking bet.”

“We were only—”

Damien scoffed. “I didn’t win your shitty bet. But I did win the fucking lottery. And I’m gonna let Evan know what you’ve been doing.”

I looked behind Trevor and saw Evan standing in the courtroom doorway, listening to everything. Evan’s face was the shade of a ripe tomato, and his bushy eyebrows quivered.

“Trevor!” he barked. “You’refired. Your desk better be cleared out in ten minutes.”

Trevor turned to me with fury in his eyes. “You did this.”

Damien growled, but I quickly grabbed his arm and squeezed. “I’ve got this. And I love you.”

He stopped dead and looked down at me. Then he smiled and flashed me his beautiful dimple. “See? I knew you’d figure it out. And I love you too, Legs.”

I leaned into Damien, but I heard the asswipe Trevor scoff and remembered he was still standing there.

I turned to him, and my smile bled away. “No, Trevor. You did this to yourself. And then you dragged a few of your asshole friends into it.”

“If you wouldn’t have been such a cold bitch—”

Leaning forward, I talked over him. “I wasn’t the one whostartedthe bet. And now you’re going tovictim blameme for not wanting anything to do with your whiny, pathetic ass? I should just let you run your mouth, so I have more fodder for a sexual harassment lawsuit.”

He blanched and stepped back. I could see he finally understood the hole he’d dug for himself. Good, I hoped he suffered even a little of what he’d put me through.

Trevor’s face got red. “I don’t need this. From any of you. I’m out of here.” He turned to the elevator bank and slammed the down button a few times.

He stood there awkwardly in front of the elevators for several seconds, then finally stomped over to the stairwell, pushed the door open, and hurried down the stairs.

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