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He
went to work on his shirt buttons. His collar was soon wide open revealing a
generous show of muscular chest that make her hands itch to rip it off him. She
diverted her gaze and curled her itchy hands by her sides.
“Have
no fear, cowboy,” Nikki replied in a tone meant to disguise the warm flush that
had come over her. “I corralled all my wild impulses long ago.”
“Did
you, now?” He still stood in doorway, head cocked. “Somehow, I think you may
have missed a few strays.”
“Maybe
I need to make myself clearer. I have an aversion to cocky cowboys.”
Just keep telling yourself that, Nikki.
Maybe if you repeat it often enough it’ll become true.
“Is
that so?” His brows flew upward. “I can’t say I ever met a woman with an actual aversion to me.”
“Don’t take it
personally. It’s nothing against you in particular, but to your type.”
“And what do you
think you know about my type?”
“Since I don’t
have a pole handy, enough to keep you at arms-length. Besides that, this whole line of conversation is entirely inappropriate
in light of professional ethics, don’t you think? You are my attorney, after
all.”
“Well,
darlin’,” he
scratched his unshaven jaw, “there’s a little hitch
to that.”
“What
do you mean? You said you’d help me.”
“And
I will, but you can’t engage my professional services until I know who you
are.”
“I’ve
told you who I am!” she insisted.
“Sweetheart, I’m
a lawyer, and according to the law, your claim don’t weigh without
authentication.”
“Authentication?”
“Proof.”
“So what are you
saying? That you don’t believe me?”
“I’m not saying that at
all. Only that our professional
relationship will commence once you get your I.D. In the interim,” His gaze
slid over her in a way that threatened to melt her insides, “you’d best find
yourself a nice, long, sturdy pole.”
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