Someone Like You. Susan Mallery

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      Mac glanced at the big clock on the wall. It was barely twelve. He’d promised Emily he’d be back for her by one. There was still time to drop by Jill’s office and warn her about Slick Sam.

      “I’ll do it in person,” he said. “Then I’ll call the mayor and the social worker from home. Everything else can wait.”

      Wilma’s hazel eyes widened slightly. “I figured you had to know Jill.”

      “We go way back.”

      “Her father may have retired to Florida, but he still stays informed.”

      Mac grinned. “I’m going to warn her about a potentially difficult client, not seduce her.”

      “It always starts with conversation. You be careful.”

      With Jill? He doubted it was necessary. She might be gorgeous, sexy as hell and recently single, but she was also the daughter of the one man who’d practically been a father to him. No way he would betray that relationship by getting involved with Jill.

      “You can stop worrying about me, Wilma. I have everything under control.”

      “That’s what those lemmings always say right before they jump off the cliff.”

      

      “I HEARD ABOUT what happened with Lyle,” Rudy Casaccio said in his low, smooth voice. “I can arrange to have him taken care of for you.”

      Jill winced, then switched the phone to her other ear. “I know you didn’t mean that the way it sounded and if you did, I don’t want to know.”

      “You’ve provided excellent service to our organization, Jill. We believe in rewarding that.”

      “You send a fruit basket at Christmas. That’s more than enough. As for Lyle, I’m going to handle him myself.”

      “How?”

      “I haven’t exactly worked that out yet, but I’ll come up with a plan.” She glanced at the résumés spitting out of her printer. “Maybe I’ll go with that old standard of living well as being the best revenge.”

      “Are you staying in Los Lobos?”

      “No. I’ll let you know as soon as I land with another firm.”

      “Good. In the meantime, we want you to continue to handle our business.”

      Real corporate law, she thought wistfully. Wouldn’t that be fun? “You need to stay where you are right now,” she said regretfully. “I don’t have the resources to handle your concerns.”

      “Are you sure?”

      “Yes, but it was sweet of you to offer.”

      Rudy chuckled. “Not many people call me sweet.”

      She could imagine. Rudy was one tough businessman, but he’d always been good to her.

      “Are you sure about Lyle?” he asked. “I never liked him.”

      “I’m beginning to think I shouldn’t have, either. Thanks, but don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”

      “If you change your mind…”

      “I won’t. I’ll call when I’m with a new firm.”

      “You do that, Jill.”

      Rudy said goodbye and hung up. Jill did the same. She allowed herself exactly two minutes of pouting over what Lyle had cost her, then went over to check the printer.

      Her résumés looked great, and the content was even more impressive. Rudy was a man of his word, so she knew she could bring him over to whatever law firm hired her. The senior partners would appreciate the extra three million a year in billings.

      A knock on her closed door made her turn. It couldn’t be Tina—for one thing, the woman never knocked. For another, she’d disappeared shortly before noon.

      “Come in,” she called, then caught her breath when Mac strolled into her taxidermy aquarium.

      “How’s it going?” he asked.

      “Great.”

      The single word was all she could manage. Man oh man did he clean up good, she thought as she took in the dark tan uniform that emphasized broad shoulders and narrow hips. She had the sudden urge to throw herself on her desk and pretend to be a music video slut.

      “Nice,” he said as he glanced around the office. “I don’t think I’ve been in here before.”

      She wrinkled her nose. “It’s hardly the sort of place you’d forget. Welcome to fish central. If you see one you like, let me know. I’m thinking of having a yard sale.”

      Not that she would, really. The fish belonged to Mrs. Dixon and, until Jill talked the widow into reclaiming her property, she was stuck.

      Mac turned in a slow circle, then slowly shook his head. “Generous offer, but no thanks.”

      “Figures. I bet I couldn’t even give them away. Are you here officially? Should I ask you to sit down?”

      “Do I only get to sit under certain circumstances?”

      She laughed. “Of course not.” She circled around her desk and waved at the leather visitor chair. “Be careful not to get caught in the net there.”

      “Thanks.”

      He sat and looked at her. Jill felt his gaze settle on her face with a connection so intense it was nearly physical. She wanted to ask him if he saw anything he liked. She wanted to lean closer so he could replace his gaze with his fingers. She wanted to know if he thought she was beautiful and sexy and irresistible. She settled on checking to make sure her hair was in place.

      “It’s straight,” he said, motioning to her head.

      “Thanks to the miracles of modern hair-care products, yes.”

      “It looks nice, but I like it curly better.”

      A piece of information she would file away for later. “I’m going to guess that’s not why you’re here.”

      “Nope, I’m here to give a friendly warning. Slick Sam was arrested for passing bad checks. He got out earlier today and may come looking for representation. You probably want to tell him no.”

      Her back stiffened. “Why is that? Do you think I couldn’t handle a criminal case? I assure you I’m more than capable of defending my clients against any number of charges. Furthermore, I don’t appreciate you judging me. You don’t know one thing about my legal experience. For all you know I could have—”

      One eyebrow rose as he leaned back in his chair.

      “What?” she demanded.

      “Go on. You’re СКАЧАТЬ