Attractive Nuisance (Legally in Love Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

You’re joking, right?” That was insane. “I mean, it’s one thing to fly by the seat of your pants, and I’ve had to do that a couple of times when a colleague was sick and I had to take over at the last minute. But you mean hours. Not minutes.”
    Zane looked to the side, in the same way a guilty person looks to the side when they don’t want to admit verbally to committing the crime. She’d seen it in client interviews when she did defense work before getting the job here working for Falcon.
    “Minutes. Okay, well, if that’s even fractionally true, I hate you just a little bit right now.” Camilla wouldn’t dream of going into a jury trial situation without thoroughly prepping every point. Unthinkable!
    “Don’t hate me because I’m a slacker. Hate me because I only have stupid merit badge stories to tell in cat food poisoning cases.”
    “You’re racking up the marks against yourself here, Holyoake.”
    “Let me erase some of them.” He glanced at his watch. Oh, he had a nice wrist. Dang it, why did she notice that? “It’s almost lunchtime. You want to head over to Tango? I’ll buy you lunch.”
    “It’s ten-oh-seven. That’s not almost lunchtime. Unless you’re lying and you came in before four a.m. and have already put in six hours doing legal stuff.”
    He looked at the ceiling. Guilty of not doing so. Oh, he really was a slacker. Ugh. Nothing irked Camilla more than a person who didn’t take the cause of justice seriously. Of course, she probably took it more seriously than most, but still. Ten minutes of prep time? For a jury trial?
    “It doesn’t change the fact that I’m hungry now. And you are too. I can read it in your face. It’s a hungry face.”
    “No, it isn’t.” Her stomach growled just then. Traitor! “I had a bowl of Cheerios an hour ago.” Or she would have if she’d remembered to. The growl rumbled again. It had better shut up or she’d get it transplanted in revenge.
    “Cheerios. That’s not food. It’s oat-flavored air. Come on.” He took her hand and led her up the stairs. “I like those shoes, by the way. I saw them when you walked in, and they threw me out of my storytelling groove. Your legs look a mile long in them.”
    Camilla almost tripped on the top step of the staircase. If Zane hadn’t had her elbow she’d have been flat on her face.
    “Steady there. And no getting ticked at me for that comment. I’m a guy. I see stuff. Stuff I like. I’m going to get distracted by it. It’s a good thing you whacked the chair. It was like a gong that snapped me out of my leg-glance trance.” With the flat of his hand he steered her toward the exit from the main floor. His touch shouldn’t have sent heat through all the layers she was wearing, but it warmed her back and radiated out from her spine to the rest of her body. Oh, dear. She was in trouble. So much trouble. She’d better focus on something else.
    Out in the parking lot sat six vehicles, including one jacked up truck. It towered over the other cars and SUVs, looking ridiculous.
    “Look at that thing.” In spite of herself, she spoke to him friendly-like. “That sucker would never make it through an automatic car wash. What kind of person needs a truck like that? Someone with short man’s syndrome?” She’d seen things like this in legal disputes.
    “I don’t know. Let’s go check it out.” Zane took hold of her wrist, with that fabulously crusty hand of his, and led her over to it. They began circling it, checking out the tailpipe—all chromed out—the mud flaps á la Yosemite Sam, the KC lights decorating the roll bar. Somebody loved his truck.
    “Methinks he doth compensate too much.” She’d left her own sedan, the car of her dreams, over at the county attorney’s office parking lot. Sure she owed too much money on it to feel any measure of security in life, but she adored it. Was Zane Holyoake a car guy too? She could never be with anyone who didn’t at least accept her