Straight from the Heart. Linda Warren

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      “I don’t think you’ve thought this through,” Frank said slowly. “After the day Lucas and Blair just had in court, do you think it’s wise to expect them to sit down to a friendly dinner? You know how she is about defense attorneys.”

      “Dammit,” Sam clenched his fists. “This is all happening too fast. I haven’t had time to think about Blair and her feelings.”

      The three men shared a secret glance.

      “Well.” Sam slapped a hand on the desk. “Blair’s a mature adult woman and I know she can handle it.”

      Theo gave a gruff laugh. “I don’t mean any disrespect, Sam. But do you actually know your daughter? She’s been trying to beat Culver for two years. It’s common knowledge around the courthouse—and so is her dislike of the man.”

      “I know,” Sam said tightly.

      “Again, I don’t mean any disrespect,” Theo continued, “but are you sure Culver is the right man for the job? After all, Blair did beat him today.”

      “Have you ever seen him in a courtroom?”

      “Not lately,” Theo murmured.

      “Today was just a fluke. Raye was guilty, and everyone knew it, even Lucas, and though he wouldn’t admit it, he didn’t give this case his best.”

      “Why do you say that?” Theo wanted to know.

      “Because Lucas has this chemistry, especially with female jurors. You have to see it to believe it, but he can razzle-dazzle a jury better than anyone I’ve ever seen. I need that type of charisma on my side. Someone who can beat the odds and win.”

      “Why didn’t he do that with the Raye case?” Derek asked.

      Sam shot him a piercing glance. “Because he didn’t choose the jury. Tenney did, and Lucas didn’t get to establish that intimacy with them. Besides, Raye was guilty as hell.”

      He paused, then asked, “Are you questioning my judgment?”

      “No, of course not,” Derek was quick to say.

      “I’ve researched this, and I know Lucas Culver inside and out. He’s the best, and we need him.”

      “What about Blair?” Frank asked again.

      “Blair will understand…in time.”

      “Why don’t you just tell her the truth?”

      “I can’t—not yet.”

      “I hope you know what you’re doing,” Derek put in.

      “I do. Everything depends on Lucas.”

      BLAIR RUSHED from her office. She was running behind, and her mother hated it when she arrived late. She had just enough time for a shower and a change of clothes. Her mother also hated it when she wore business suits to her dinner parties. She was considering what to wear, when Lucas’s smile entered her mind—the smile that had lingered on his lips as he watched her dance…his dark eyes touching her in ways that… No, don’t think about him, she warned herself. Any decent man would have apologized profusely for intruding on such a private moment, but not Lucas. Oh no, he had to capitalize on it for his own pleasure. She wouldn’t think about him. She wouldn’t.

      She had the whole evening ahead of her, an evening with her brother and family, and she refused to let thoughts of Lucas ruin it. If she hurried, she might have a few minutes alone with Blake before dinner. She missed their long talks and—

      Blair came to a complete stop. Her briefcase dropped to the pavement and her purse slid from her shoulder. All she could do was stare at her car in growing horror. Across the windshield was scrawled in red lipstick, I’ll get you, bitch.

      Her body started to tremble, and fear was on the verge of consuming her—a fear from the past, a blinding, helpless fear. No, no, no, she told herself. She would not allow Hector Raye to do this to her. He wasn’t going to manipulate her with threats. Summoning all her strength, she forced the fear away. She had survived worse than Raye, and she would survive this.

      She retrieved her purse and found her cell phone. She dialed Roger Collins’s number, and he was at her side in less than ten minutes; in another five, he had the situation under control.

      Evan Holt was notified and the police were taking prints from the car, prior to beginning their investigation. Blair just wanted to go home.

      “Are you okay?” Roger asked for the third time.

      “I’m fine,” she answered with a stiff smile.

      “It has to be Raye’s gang trying to scare you,” Roger said, gesturing at the ugly words.

      “I know, but I don’t scare easily,” she said with more bravado than she felt. Glancing at her watch, she asked, “How much longer do you think it’ll be? I have to be at my parents’ for dinner.”

      Roger spoke to a policeman, then turned back to her. “I’m sorry, Blair, but this is going to take a while. We don’t want to miss anything.”

      “I really have to go.”

      Roger looked at the car and shrugged. “Tell you what, I’ll drive you to your parents’.”

      “Thanks.” She smiled slightly. “But I need to have my own wheels. Could you drive me to a rental agency?” She thought of Roger as a good friend, but she realized his feelings for her went much deeper and she didn’t want to encourage him. But right now, it was hard not to let him take over and protect her.

      “I don’t think you should be alone. You never know who’s waiting out there. I’d feel better if—”

      She stopped him. “I’m not alone.” She opened her purse and showed him the small handgun. She’d had it for years, and Roger had actually given her shooting lessons.

      “I’d forgotten about the gun,” he said. “Still—”

      “No.” She stopped him again. “I’m not letting Hector Raye and his gang frighten me with threats.”

      Roger shook his head. “I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

      “I know.” She shifted her purse strap higher on her shoulder in a nervous gesture. “You’re a very good friend.”

      “Blair, I could be—”

      “Are you driving me to the rental agency?” she interrupted, knowing what he was about to say and not wanting to deal with another emotional upheaval. Not at that moment, anyway. She’d have to talk to Roger in the near future about his feelings for her, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

      “Your wish is my command,” he answered.

      “Great,” she said with a sigh, and they started toward his car.

      “I think I’ll give Lucas a call and let him know what his client’s up to,” Roger СКАЧАТЬ