stared at her for so long that Ria grew uncomfortable. His expression was a cross between incredulity and lust, and it threw her off balance. When he finally spoke again, his voice had a rough quality as though he had to clear his throat. “I’m going to have to ask Bonnie or Marilyn, the new attorney on our team, to defend Ned.”
She frowned. “Why? You just said all those things about him deserving a defense. Why did you suddenly your mind?”
He covered her hand and gave it a tiny squeeze, sending little jolts of electricity straight to her wet pussy. “I haven’t changed my mind. But I can’t defend a man and date the key witness for the crime of which he’s been accused at the same time. It wouldn’t be ethical.”
Holy shit . “Are we about to start dating?” She barely got the question out. Mere breathing was a chore.
“I sure hope so.”
Chapter Four
Trent slept until four in the afternoon on Sunday, and when he woke, it was to the smell of coffee and the sound of Wyatt whistling. What the fuck was he so happy about? He was usually knee-deep in case files by this time, and barely grunted in response to Trent’s questions. Any coffee he’d made that morning would have been stone cold by now, and Trent would have to make his own. What was different today?
He padded downstairs to find Wyatt with a pile of case files on his lap, as usual. “What the fuck are you so cheerful about?” He pointed toward the manila folders. “Got a happy one there?”
Wyatt glanced up and grinned. “Coffee is fresh. Thought you could use some. You on tonight? I can’t remember.”
“No. I’m off.” Trent walked into the kitchen and poured himself a cup, then sat across from his twin, still frowning. “You hear about Gerry Homer? He died after surgery.”
The stupid smile finally faded. “Yeah, I did. Marilyn Bookman is going to defend Ned Meyers. He’s been charged with Gerry’s murder.”
Trent raised his eyebrows. “Ned Meyers? He still around?”
“He never left. Every few months or so he resurfaces, but this is the first time he’s been accused of something this serious.”
“Why aren’t you or Bonnie taking his defense? You both know him well. Why pawn him off on the new person?”
Wyatt averted his gaze and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly. No one but Trent would recognize the gesture because it was so subtle. Something had happened last night or this morning, and it involved a woman. Trent would bet his right nut on that. “That’s exactly why we both decided it would be a bad idea to take this on. We know him too well. Marilyn won’t be prejudiced by Ned’s former brushes with the law, and she won’t be influenced by her feelings for Gerry.”
Trent nodded and took another sip. The coffee was very good, which was also unusual. Wyatt’s coffee brewing skills were almost nonexistent. “That does make sense. She hasn’t lived here long enough to care for Gerry the way we all do. Although it makes more sense for Gerry’s sake than for Ned’s, considering you’ve never had a problem defending him before.”
Wyatt shrugged, but he still hadn’t made eye contact. “Well it’s out of our hands now, regardless. Anthony already discussed it with us both this afternoon. The decision’s been made.”
Trent studied his twin’s face for a few seconds. “What else happened today?”
This time he glanced up sharply, and there it was. That same look he used to get when they were kids and he’d done something that was likely to land them both in hot water with their parents. “Why are you asking?”
Trent chuckled. “Right. As if either of us could hide anything from the other. Come on. Spill. You know I’ll find out eventually anyway.”
“You’ve been back six weeks and it’s like you never left.”
There was no admonition in Wyatt’s voice, only happiness. He hadn’t even hesitated when Trent had called two months ago and explained what had happened with