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“No, and I think she nailed Connor’s balls to the wall.” He studied my face. “I’m sorry it brought up what you’ve gone through with your mom.”

I looked down at the table. “It reminded me of my shortcomings with Ava, so I think it was helpful in a way.”

The server came with our food just then, and we ate in comfortable silence.

When we pulled up to my house later that night, he turned to me. “I want to come in, but if I do, I’ll probably have you pinned to the wall and that sweet little black dress you have on up around your hips about three seconds after we clear the front door.”

My vagina spasmed, and I clenched my legs together. “Oh, God. Is it possible to have an orgasm from just dirty talk?” I asked rhetorically.

He grinned and kissed my hand.

Damien followed me to the front door, and my stomach fluttered. I felt nervous and a little awkward. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me close, then gave me a slow, sweet kiss. I got lost in the kiss and nipped his mouth, then licked his lips.

We kissed and made out for a few minutes on my front porch like horny teenagers. I’d forgotten how good it felt to touch and be touched by someone. He hummed low in his throat and finally pulled me closer, then ran his hand slowly up my stomach and cupped my breast.

The contact made me gasp in his mouth, and I pushed into his hand. He slid his other hand down my thigh then slowly lifted my leg and wrapped it around his hip. My dress slid up, and my panties were plastered against the zipper on his pants. I could feel his thick erection rubbing on my crease, and I rocked against him.

He pulled his mouth back and slowly let go of my leg. His hand didn’t seem to want to let go of my breast though, and he gave it another squeeze then rubbed his thumb across my hard nipple before he released me. I shuddered and held onto his arms for a moment to keep myself standing.

“Fireworks,” he said in a low, husky voice.

I nodded, then cleared my throat and stepped back a little. “You made what would’ve been a painful evening into a much better one. So thank you.”

He gently took my face in his hands, and I held my breath but didn’t move away. My heart was thudding, and my emotions were all over the place.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I blindly unlocked my door and stepped inside. Gary walked into the living room and sat down next to me, probably wondering why I was just staring at the front door for a good minute after I’d closed and locked it.

If that was what a kiss at the front door turned into, we’d probably set the bed on fire when we got there. He was right, we were like fireworks.

Chapter 20

Shandastillhadn’tsurfaced.I had three preliminary hearings in front of Judge Conrad Wednesday morning. Two of my three clients showed up on time, but Shanda was still missing. The preliminary hearings were all scheduled at nine, and the court called them one at a time while everyone else waited their turn.

Jason was there with his attorney, and he stared at me with a smug, greasy expression. I glanced his way once but didn’t make eye contact or show any recognition.

My other two clients planned to waive their preliminary hearings since the prosecution had met its low burden of probable cause at that point. I was anxious and worried, and I wondered for the hundredth time where Shanda was and if she was safe.

“Well, hello Harley. You look perky and attorney-like today.” Trevor was one of the newer prosecutors, and he’d been hitting on me for a while. I loathed him.

“Hello, Trevor. I’m not sure what to do with your comment. And since Iaman attorney, I hope I look like one. Are you handling my cases or is Evan?”Please let it be Evan.

Trevor frowned a little. “It’s Evan.” He eyed my legs and then my chest. What a putz.

“Are you going to be around at lunch?” he asked.

I just stared at him. He had to know me eating lunch with a prosecutor alone was a horrible idea. “I’ll be somewhere for lunch,” I finally said. “I’m going to talk to Evan.” I walked by him without a backward glance.

Trevor wasn’t taking my hints, so I’d gotten blunt and borderline rude with him. He was handsome and dressed well, but he seemed so smarmy and fake.

What really made me dislike him though, besides him hitting on me, was how he treated the court staff. That alone was enough to put him on my shitlist. And then there was the bet.

Eventually, my other cases were called, and my two clients waived their right to a preliminary hearing, got their next hearing date, and were free to go.

Judge Conrad looked down at me over his spectacles. “Your third client, Shanda Briggs, doesn’t appear to be present. Is she planning to be here today, Ms. Emerson?”

“I don’t know, Your Honor. I’d like to wait until the end of your docket to see if she makes it.”

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