Angel looked at his watch and frowned.
“Are you serious? It’s midnight.”
Emily blew out a frustrated breath.
“Unfortunately.”
She crossed the office and gathered her clothes.
“I have to see a client,” she told him before going into the bathroom.
Emily closed the door and used a disposable washcloth to clean up. She brushed her teeth and fixed her hair and makeup. Emily lifted her wrinkled shirt and wondered if she had an extra one in her office. But it occurred to her that if Rebecca Ferron needed her so badly in the middle of the night, she’d have to take what she can get.
Emily dressed in her wrinkled clothing and left the bathroom. When she stepping into her office, she came face to face with her newly established man.
“I have a rental. I’ll take you to see your client,” Angel offered.
“Angel, you don’t have to-.”
Angel knitted his brows and looked at her like she was crazy.
“Miss Storm, there’s absolutely no way I’m letting you go anywhere this late alone.”
Emily looked into his soulful brown eyes and concluded that if she presented an argument, she would lose.
“Okay, Senor Medina. You win.”
“Ah, muy bien.”
Angel kissed her forehead and slipped on his suit jacket. He walked over to the door and held it open.
“Shall we?” he urged.
Emily stepped into her heels, grabbed her purse from the desk, and walked out the door.
* * *
Since they were already downtown, it only took 10 minutes to get to Rebecca Ferron’s Gold Coast brownstone. On the way, Emily explained to Angel that attorney-client privilege prohibited him from going in with her. So, he agreed to wait in the car.
Emily rang the bell and waited. Seconds later, Rebecca opened the door.
“Thank you for coming. Come in.” Her words were breathy, and she seemed anxious.
Emily stepped into a large foyer and looked around. It was a beautiful place, but the Euro-gothic design surprised her. It was dark and unsettling. Rebecca closed the door and locked it.
“Follow me,” she said, taking off down a hall.
Rebecca led her to a living room and stood in the middle of the floor. When she said nothing, Emily asked, “What’s going on? Why am I here?”
Rebecca ran her fingers through her red hair. Emily could see the fear in her eyes.
“I’m in trouble,” she said with a quiver.
Emily frowned. “What trouble? We took care of that. The State’s Attorney has nothing on you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I do!” Rebecca snapped.
Emily shook her head. Her client’s behavior had her totally confused.
