Falling Grace. Melissa Shirley
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Название: Falling Grace
Автор: Melissa Shirley
Издательство: Ingram
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Storybook Lake
isbn: 9781601836113
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I followed his gaze across the water. Though looking at him provided infinitely more entertainment. “But it’s what you want?”
Awkward. Only a moment earlier, I’d hoped to look better at bachelor number two. “Um…” In true lawyer fashion, I steered the conversation away from anything I didn’t have an explanation for. “This is a pretty deep chat for a morning run. It’s more an over coffee discussion.” I shrugged.
“Why did you take Gabby Quinn’s case?” Instead of looking at me, he began a careful investigation on the handful of grass he still held.
“Do you have some quota for the number of questions you ask in a day?” He didn’t look up but pulled his lip between perfectly straight, glowing white teeth. I pushed down a burst of attraction, bit back a moan. Was I attracted to him because he looked like Blane, or because he looked like Blane but seemed more interested in my thoughts than my body?
A question for another time I supposed as I looked into his waiting eyes. “Okay. Why did I take the case?” I’d asked myself that same question a hundred times. “Her husband came in and asked for Rory…” Jealousy when Quinn asked for Rory? Maybe, but in truth, I’d only known he’d needed a lawyer and I fit that description. “I just did.”
“What if she did it?”
Gee. I hadn’t heard that before. At least, not in such a lilting accent. “I suppose you have an opinion?”
“I’m trying to keep an open mind, but Blane took it to a grand jury.”
I’d faced this argument before and had a reply at the ready. So, I breathed out a whooshing breath and launched into it. “They only hear one side, and this is a case where people want the easy answer so they don’t have to consider the alternative.”
“Which is?”
I shrugged and took a big drink of water to stall for an answer. “I don’t know, a boogey man preying on their kids, or a passer through who fixated on a three-year-old.” He shook his head. “Those things happen, Jamie. Accusing Mom, believing she could do it, let’s people sleep better at night. It’s horrible, but it’s true.”
“And when Mum actually is that awful?”
I tilted my head and gazed out at the path, considering his question more than any other. “When that happens, we have to hope justice prevails. We have to hope the prosecutor is as good as he thinks he is.” I smiled. “And that maybe I have an off day.”
“You’re confident.”
“I don’t have any reason not to be.”
He nodded for a full ten seconds before he stood and held out a hand to me. “Shall we?”
I did a full body just-woke-up stretch, then stood. While we ran, he gave me a little local history and a few murmurs of encouragement. He told a few jokes, slowed when I did, and sprinted to the end one step behind me when I raced to beat him.
When we walked back to the car, he smiled a smile that would have melted hell. “I run every morning.” He toyed with the lid to a water bottle he’d reached in through an open window and retrieved from his car. “If you want company.” His cheeks colored and I swallowed a smile.
I gave him one last, thorough go over before I nodded. “Around seven good for you?” Who wanted to run alone anyway?
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