“Have you ever been there?”
He puts on a pair of glasses before examining my file again.
I didn’t realise he wore glasses. Not that it’s a crucial detail for the cause. I mean, those glasses scream ‘serious and professional,’ right? But yes. Hell yes. Glasses make a big difference, especially on yours truly.
I should not dwell so much on my lawyer’s analysis, but what should I do?
He’s so damn hot.
“I guess you don’t go to places like that,” I say, shaking my head.
“We are not here to become friends.”
“No, of course…” I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. “I didn’t mean that.”
“We are here to win this case.”
I nod firmly, even though he’s not looking at me.
“Speaking of which, what can you tell me about Mrs McCormack?”
“Shonda is the children’s grandmother from their mother’s side. She doesn’t think I should raise her grandchildren. As if she knows her grandchildren! Things weren’t good between her and Jillian, my sister-in-law, and the kids’ mother.” My voice cracked, and my eyes filled with tears again. “She was amazing. She was the most incredible person I’ve ever encountered. She treated me well, and Mark, my brother—a role model, a wonderful husband.” My voice cracks with emotion as I speak of him. “My brother was one of a kind and irreplaceable. And they were… The perfect c-couple…” Sobs painfully wrack my chest.
The lawyer finally raises his eyes, picks up his phone to ask for water, and then pushes the box of tissues towards me again. The door opens, and the secretary who seated us in the waiting room enters the office. He leaves a tray with water and glasses, then discreetly walks away. The lawyer pours water into a glass and then hands it to me. I accept it, grateful, and take a few sips. I wipe my eyes with another tissue and blow my nose noisily, then try to calm down because if I continue like this, I will lose my lawyer before he even agrees to represent me.
“I don’t know what… I’m not usually emotional.”
It’s bullshit. I’m usually so emotional.
Why do I lie? Why do I care what he may think of me?
“Try taking deep breaths and drinking some more water.”
I do as he says while he takes off his glasses and lays them on the desk, revealing his beautiful green eyes to me.
I had not noticed them before.
I have a weakness for green eyes.
And I have a soft spot for strong men, with strong arms and tough looks, the kind you hope will be tender inside and in private and only with you.
Am I fantasising about my lawyer?
“First, starting tomorrow, please switch to decaffeinated.”
“What? Oh, the coffee. Sure. Decaf. Duly noted. Sorry. I was distracted for a moment.”
“Second, stop apologising. You won’t go anywhere with that attitude.”
“Oh… O-okay, I’ll try.”
“Will you try?”
“I will do my best.”
He sighs, his face tense.
“They will tear you apart in court.”
