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Appealed (The Legal Briefs #3)(14)
Author: Emma Chase

You know who’s not on their side? Criminal defense attorneys.

Kennedy’s eyebrows lift. “Care to rephrase your statement?”

“Nope. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.”

She chuckles.

“Hey, Brent. I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Michelle Lawson—a delectable brunette prosecutor I dated briefly a few years back—wiggles up to my side and kisses me hello on the cheek. She’s a nice girl, we had a few good times—and I mean that exactly like you think I do—and then it ran its course. No hard feelings.

“Hey, Michelle. How are you?”

“Same old, same old. You look good, Brent.”

“Thanks.” I wink. “You too.”

An unhappy shadow falls over Kennedy’s face as she watches our exchange.

Interesting.

“What are you drinking?” I ask her, after Michelle moves on.

Kennedy’s tongue peeks out, wetting her plump bottom lip. “Pinot grigio.” She puts her hand on my bicep—deliberately—almost possessively. And she leans in so close I can smell the sweet wine on her breath. “Get me another, please?”

I don’t really know what’s going on here. I’m not sure how we got from her calling me a dumbass in court an hour ago, to her flirting with me now. But hell if I’m going to question it—I get the lady her drink.

• • •

We spend the next half hour talking, teasing, laughing—about absolutely nothing that matters. Sometimes with the people around us, but mostly each other. Kennedy looks me up and down. Boldly. Seductively. She touches my arm, my chest. She leans in close and speaks softly into my ear.

I’m hard as a rock the entire fucking time—but I’m not complaining.

I just want to know what her game is. Why the sudden change in attitude? I plan to ask her as soon as we’re alone, but she beats me to the punch.

“You want to get out of here?” she asks, with one hand on her hip, the other rubbing up and down my chest. Driving me insane.

“You took the words right out of my mouth.”

Her smile is slow, secretive. “Then maybe you’ll have to put something in mine—to make it an even trade.”

Did she just really say that? Holy shit, if this is a dream—put me in a goddamn coma.

My heart pounds a little harder. “Sounds like a plan.”

She hooks her thumb behind her. “I’m just going to hit the ladies room first.”

As she turns I down the rest of my beer, wishing it was something stronger. I have to play this just right. I have lots of questions, there’s so many things I want to know—and so many positions I want to screw her in.

A mug crashes off a table in the back, drawing my head in that direction. Toward two big, drunk, numbnuts talking shit and shoving each other, ready to brawl. There’s a narrow hallway to the bathroom, and Kennedy doesn’t have a lot of room to make it past them.

I know exactly what’s going to happen—and there’s no fucking way I’m going to let it.

A second later I have my arm around Kennedy’s waist, lifting and turning her, putting her safely behind me. Then I shove the back of the dickhead who would’ve collided with her.

“You want to beat the shit out of someone, do it outside,” I growl.

The jerk-off forgets about the original guy he wanted to pound on and turns on me. “Who the fuck are you?”

I get in his face, my voice low and lethal. “You almost knocked into my girl. If you had, you’d be in a world of fucking hurt right now. So I’m the guy who’s telling you to stop being an asshole. If that’s gonna be a problem, I can step outside too.”

He stares at my face—probably trying to figure out if I’m serious. I have a few inches on him, my jaw is rigid, and my eyes are hard—I’m totally fucking serious. After a moment, he senses that and backs down.

“I don’t have a problem with you.” He shrugs, swaying unsteadily.

“Good.”

After he walks away I turn around to Kennedy. I slip my hand behind her neck, gently cradling the back of her head, searching her face. “You okay?” I don’t like her color. She’s pale, her eyes hollow looking. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

She blinks, looking away from me, shaking her head. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just . . . I’m gonna get a cab home instead. Alone.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I can’t . . .” She stops herself and she goes stiff in my arms. Defensive. “Because I changed my mind.”

Kennedy slips out of my arms and slides between the patrons toward the front door.

She’s a lot tinier than I am, so she gets through faster than I can keep up. By the time I get out the front door, she’s got a cab hailed.

She opens the door—but I push it closed. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home, Brent.”

She tries the door again—but I push it closed—harder this time. “Not until you tell me what spooked you in there.”

She doesn’t look startled or scared or confused now. She just looks pissed. At me.

“Don’t tell me what to do! You don’t get to tell me what to do!” she yells.

“Everything okay, guys?” Tom Caldwell asks from nearby. His voice is friendly enough, genuinely concerned. “We, ah, called a car service. They’ll be here in a minute. Are you riding with us, Kennedy?”

She brushes back her hair, composing herself. “Yes, thanks, Tom. I’ll ride with you.” Her expression is chilly when she turns to me. “I’ll see you in court tomorrow, Brent.”

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