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Shep smiled as my cheeks flamed. His gaze fastened onto mine.

I pretended to dust off a stack of design books on the table.

“Is that so?” His brows arched.

“That you’re a pretty boy?” I smiled. “I think we’ve established that.”

His smile turned into a smirk. “That you’ve already written me off?”

Chapter Thirteen

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Seeing Lucy get flustered was a rare event, and for some strange reason, it was kind of fun to witness.

Dare I say a turn-on?

Her cheeks reddened, her jaw tightened, and her eyes became laser-focused on me.

Being the lawyer that she clearly was, she tilted her chin toward me and licked her lips slowly.

A calculating move to distract me while buying herself time. I could only imagine the dance she did in the courtroom if she could take back control right here.

After all, her sister had spilled the beans.

Let the cat out of the bag.

But as I watched Lucy carefully, I knew one thing for certain. The truth did not set her free. It only riled her up. So, while she might have told her sister that I was as good as history, she didn’t seem settled by the revelation. Hopefully, the little jump drive I grabbed from the office will help me win her over.

“I haven’t written you off.” She kept her eyes locked on mine, and I almost believed her words.

But wasn’t that what she did for a living? Convince folks that her truth was the only truth?

“Your sister seemed rather emphatic about our state of affairs,” I said flatly without my usual playfulness.

Was it horrible that I loved watching her squirm?

Her toe tapped impatiently, and I realized she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.

Lucy folded her arms over her chest. “My sister was mistaken. She’s never been a good listener.”

I reached into my pocket, never taking my eyes off Lucy’s, and waved a little device in front of her.

I winked at her. “Maybe this will change your mind.”

She focused her eyes on the tiny piece of plastic that held something she’d love.

“If that’s the size of your condom, we’ve got a problem.”

My jaw dropped open into a speechless void of nothingness.

“Cat got your tongue?” she teased, winking at me. “I already know you’re good to go in that department. So, what is it?”

I stared at this enigma of a woman and tried to grab onto some sort of sentence fragment. “How do you know I’m good in that department?” That was it? That’s what fell out of my mouth? I was worried about her impression of my size?

I wanted to groan.

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