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navy tie demands that his eyes glow like flames. I glance to his laptop and catch him monitoring his stocks. If it were Keith, he would be at war with zombies while clutching a well-worn controller in his hand. Caleb is all business, no fucking around. He’s the exact man I need.
    “You’ve changed your mind.” A lewd grin buds on his lips as if the proposal to work here were exclusively sexual in nature. “Zoey, leave and close the door,” he instructs without tearing his gaze from me, and she complies with a heavy grunt and a slam.
    “I haven’t changed my mind.” Lie. “I’m not here to punch a clock and have you teach me how to speak legal-ease.” Maybe, but not today. I pull out my laptop and slip it onto his desk like pulling a viper from its nest. “I’m here because I need a lawyer.”

Caleb
    K ennedy Westfield — Slade , is stunning. I’ve spent the last several years of my life trying to forget her, to remember her, something hazy in between, but the truth is I can’t take a breath without thinking of her. Every damn love song seems to be written with the two of us in mind, every couple in the street holding hands only makes me wish it were Kennedy and me. Kennedy is a merry-go-round I hopped onto years ago and couldn’t hop off, don’t want to. I’m all in, have been since the beginning.
    I pry my eyes off her long enough to zero in on the laptop she thrust my way. My gaze flicks across the screen like a pinball, and I take a quick breath trying to check my reaction.
    A porn site stares back at me with the word Lust flashing at the top of the screen in large glittering red letters. I’m ashamed to admit I’m vaguely familiar with the look and feel of this come bucket. This is household porn, usually uploaded by amateurs. It’s the new wave of sick kicks for idiots of all shapes and sizes who like to get off on other everyday people going at it. There are hundreds of these sites haunting the Internet with their oversized vaginas, limp dicks struggling to ride out a threesome. Solomon, my brother, apprised me of them a few years back. Sol has a way of apprising me of most things that are quasi-legal, and almost always questionably moral. Two out of three my father used to say, meaning my brother Abel and I were on the right side of the law (both attorney’s like the old guy himself) and one on the very, very wrong side of the law with prison bars gracing his new holding cell. Two out of three he’d chime to my mother on multiple occasions before he left her and then long after that, too.
    “What’s this?” I pull the featherweight Mac toward me, almost sure I’m aware of the answer. I grimace before she can give it. Kennedy is attractive, smart as a bullwhip, mean as one, too. I’d hate to think she’s got herself mixed up in something so nefarious. Stuff like this follows you through life like an unwanted stain running down your backside. People smell you coming a mile away and generally don’t want you in their company—more to the point, working for their company. It’s career suicide.
    She clears her throat. The first thing I noticed about Kennedy all those years ago was her neck, the admirable length of it, the way it looked hard like marble complete with traces of blue veining. She was bucking her head back, enjoying a good belly laugh, one hazy July afternoon, and I knew I had to meet her. No sooner did that happen than I found out she was jailbait, a seventeen year-old kid who I couldn’t wait to corrupt. She caught up with me one day at the marsh and the rest was mouth-salivating history.
    My lips soon found their way to that beautiful marble neck of hers, then to her beautiful face before planting firmly over those full pouty lips. It was a season drenched in kisses both that summer and the next. But I was knee deep in exams, law school was kicking my ass sideways, and I needed to get back to NYU.
    I went back the third summer. By then Kennedy was far more stunning, and I