Madison’s scowl deepens, her eyes practically shooting daggers at me. But before she can say anything more, Cain’s joining our strange little trio. And he looks annoyed.
His sharp gaze locks on where I’m still snugly tucked under Leo’s armpit and he lets out a low, almost imperceptible huff, his jaw tightening as the tendons in his neck strain in the same way that I know they do right before he orgasms.
Oh my god, don’t think about that right now. This guy just tried to sue you and practically called you insufferable!
His eyes flick between Leo and me. It’s impossible to miss the recognition in his expression. He remembers Leo now.
“I’d tread very carefully from here on out,” Leo says, his voice as smooth as it is cutting. “We’ve already won a case against you once. I’d hate for my client to make it two.”
Madison’s lips purse into a thin line before she tosses her hair over her shoulder in an exaggerated dismissal.
“Whatever,” she snaps, before gripping Cain’s bicep, trying to pull him away. He immediately shrugs her off.
“I need to talk to you,” she hisses, lowering her voice.
“And I need to talk to you,” Cain says, directing his attention at me.
She glares at him, never looking my way. “Let’s go,” she whines.
Cain exhales sharply, clearly irritated, then gives a curt nod and follows her.
I watch them leave, my curiosity spinning. I have a strong feeling there’s more going on between them than what’s playing out on the surface. And it shouldn’t matter. Itdoesn’tmatter.
I left Cain in that hotel room in Hartford, certain that I’d never see him again. But I guess that’s what happens when I think I have things figured out. I didn’t expect to see him on that dusty music video set, either. For some reason, Cain Prescott and my paths keep colliding.
The moment they’re gone, Leo releases my waist and turns me to face him, his hands firm on my shoulders. His blue eyes narrow as he studies me, equal parts curiosity and exasperation.
“Care to tell me what that was all about?”
“What?” I ask, feigning innocence as I pick at one of my chipped nails, avoiding his gaze.
He groans, tilting his head at me like I’m the most predictable person alive.
“I’m a lawyer, and I’ve always been able to see right through you,” he says, amusement threading through his steady tone. “I’m taking you to lunch, and you’re telling me everythingthat really happened between you and that suit. From the beginning.”
I sigh dramatically. “If you’re bribing me with free food, I’ll talk.”
He chuckles. “Predictable, Rhiannon. Now let’s go.”
Chapter 12 – Cain
I’d rather be anywhere else but here.
In fact, where I want to be is back in Connecticut, in that hotel room where RhiannonCarpenterleft me in my bed, naked again, without a goodbye or any way to get in touch with her despite my threat.
I should have known I wouldn’t need her number; the universe would force her back into my orbit somehow at the worst possible moment.
“What the hell happened up there?” Madison snaps as she drags us into one of the courthouse’s small conference rooms that are meant for lawyers to debrief with their clients.
She slams the door shut, crossing her arms and glaring at me like I personally sabotaged this entire case I never wanted to take on in the first place.
“Your case wasn’t strong enough,” I reply flatly, irritation coursing through me now.
I pull out my laptop and set it on the desk, reviewing my calendar for the rest of this week. Another court appearance, a meeting with one of my clients on the upper east side, a dental appointment to get a chip fixed.
Yeah, any of these things sound better than this favor I did for my sister.
It’s bad enough that I got dragged into this attempt to defend her flimsy case, but her accusations and the way she touched me with misplaced familiarity and not enough professionalism in my place of work is pushing me to the edge of indifference.
