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distraction. From the kiss at the ball to this, the man was walking sensuality. She forced her attention back to the conversation.
    "When? Where?"
    "This past weekend at Miranda and Ian's but you pulled away before I could introduce myself." His fingers moved to her wrist and began the slow, erotic circles there.   
    "How foolish of me," she said behind a guilty soft laugh. Little did he know, she’d left in a hurry to avoid him.
    “I planned on asking you to dinner that night.”
    The sobering reminder ended her moment of flirtatious fun. They couldn’t date.
    She should pull her hand back. She should, but didn’t. She should remember to not sit so close next meeting. She should move farther away even now. She should, but didn’t.  
    "You have a lovely laugh. I shall endeavor to make you do it more often." The circles on her wrist stopped. "You look concerned. What's got you worried?"
    "Nothing. I’ll tell Kristen to draw up the contract first thing in the morning."
    "Good, I'll come by tomorrow and sign the docs. For dinner I thought we'd go to a little place nearby with the best Italian food in the city...if you can get past the multi-colored gondolier table lamps."  
    "Gaudy lamps I’m fine with. Its singing waiters I can't stand." She paused. "Unfortunately, it’s a moot point since I must decline."
    "What? Why?"
    She stacked the cups and saucers and stood. "I don't date my clients."  
    He got up when she did and took the cups from her and set them by the coffee pot.
    "All clients?" Alex folded his arms and propped his hip against the sideboard, "Or just me? I understand if you have nagging doubts about my innocence. I thought your uncompromising belief in me was too good to be true."
    He tried to cover the fact he was offended. But the insult was there in the subtle tightening around his mouth, the hard edge to his tone. She didn’t anticipate this reaction. She expected him to balk, to argue over dating, not to doubt her trust in him, in his honesty.   
    "I didn't lie. I do believe you're innocent. That's not the issue. I don't date any of my clients." With an open-handed gesture of supplication, she explained, "Think about it. If things go wrong, I lose a beau and a client. Plus, I’m on shaky ground ethically...conflict of interest and all that."
    The tight line of his mouth relaxed. "Be advised counselor, I'm going to be the exception to your policy,” he warned with a smile.
    “You have my permission to try. Don’t feel bad when you fail.”
    “The game’s afoot. Now, about dinner—” He raised a hand to stop her from protesting. “This isn’t a date. It’s just a meal and you have to eat. If it makes you more comfortable, we’ll discuss the case. You can be attorneyish, and I’ll stare at your lips and think things my defense counselor wouldn’t approve of.”
    “You’re sure the waiters don’t sing?”
    “Positive.”
    “All right. I’ll go...this once.”
     
     
     
    Chapter Six
 
 
    Alex checked his watch and then the speedometer again. Any other time, he’d be at Ian’s by now. Today, traffic on the motorway from London moved at glacial speed. City dwellers escaping the stifling heat wave clogged the roads. Any motorway that led to a beach with a cool breeze off the water became an artery to weekend relief. The road to Norfolk was no exception.
    Alex was stuck behind a Volvo moving at a slower speed than the rest of the traffic. Boxed in by a guard rail on one side and an ancient Vauxhall on the other, he fantasized demonic scenarios. Like a knight on a warhorse splitting an enemy cavalry line, he’d plow through the jam of cars. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Vauxhall drop back. The move left open a narrow slice of road. A daring driver with a fast car could maneuver through the small window of opportunity.
    He gunned the 631 horse-power Lamborghini. He shot in front of the Vauxhall, around the Volvo, past a BMW whose driver gunned his car and tried to block