Page 39 of Breaking His Law

I have a couple of leads on the traffic officer and detective who investigated the case but weren’t called to give evidence.

Is she sure about that? I swear the two investigators involved gave evidence. Strange.

Me

Great, let me know as soon as you have anything.

Julie

Will do.

I tuck my cell inside my purse.

Staring hard at my reflection in the mirror, I find it difficult to look at the woman I’ve become.

It’s time to focus my energy on the true reason I applied for a position at Hart Law: to uncover the truth and gather the evidence that Nathan’s father is a corrupt lawyer and the man who helped get my family’s killer acquitted in his trial.

I slept with the enemy.

And I liked it.

I had sex with the son of the lawyer who defended a criminal and got him out of a prison sentence.

Which makes me a traitor.

I’m as guilty as his father and the man who killed my family.

And I can’t sleep with him again.

Tomorrow, I’ll set the record straight with him.

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I run across the hall in my stockinged feet to my front door, surprised that someone is ringing my doorbell so early in the morning. I haven’t even had my first cup of coffee yet.

“Just a minute,” I call out, tucking my cream silk shirt inside the waistband of my black pencil skirt.

Grabbing my keys off the entryway table, I stick my key in to unlock the door, then use the thumb turn on the deadbolts, both top and bottom, allowing me to open it fully.

“Good morning, Ms. Donovan, my name is Jenkins.” A man dressed in a fine black suit greets me cheerfully.

“Morning,” I reply, unsure who he is but recognize him from somewhere. Then it dawns on me. It’s Nathan’s driver, the one from the first night we slept together. I was like a cat in heat that night. How embarrassing.

“I’m here to drive you to the Logan settlement conference.”

“That’s a bit unnecessary.” I usually make my own way to out-of-court settlements.

“Mr. Hart insisted.”

Oh, did he now?

I look over Jenkins’ shoulder to discover Nathan’s shiny black limo parked up in front of my house.

How flashy.

“Can we stop for coffee on the way?” I ask, excited because I’ll be traveling to work in style this morning.

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