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and unknown expectations had quickly evolved into a well-rehearsed dance, passionate and tender.
    When Jackie came, her heart exploded too. Tears welled behind her eyes. A perfect night. Perfect sex. A perfect man. No woman could ask for more.
    She buried her face in Brandon’s shoulder to savor his scent for a few more seconds. Soon she’d linger in the afterglow of great sex. The morning’s rays reminded her of her vow to get in to work early. People counted on her. The reality of the demands of her case strained her soul like the world on Atlas’s shoulders.
    Her cell phone rang.
    “Ignore it.” Brandon pulled her close to him.
    “Just let me see who it is.” Jackie shimmied out of his grip and trotted back to her purse lying on the floor. It was her friend who’d left her for Mr. Brazil. Jackie’s thumb hovered over the Answer button as she glanced back at Brandon’s luscious body. Shit. What if it was an emergency? She hit Answer.
    “Hello.”
    “Oh my God, where are you? You totally disappeared on me last night.” Her friend’s frantic shrieks left Jackie’s ear buzzing. “Look, I need you right now. Man 9-1-1. I’m at Starbucks in the Harborplace. Are you close?”
    Jackie sighed. As if it mattered. She’d always been there for her friends’ emotional dramas but never required reciprocal support. A lone wolf takes care of herself. “Close enough. See you soon. Bye.” She did need to be going anyway. Two hundred exhibits were lying on her conference room table.
    And one hot man was lying less than ten feet away.
    Jackie groaned. “I’ve gotta go. Now. My friend is in a meltdown, and if I don’t get some serious work done today, I’ll be toast on Monday.”
    “That’s cool,” he said as he propped himself up on his elbows. “Can I call you sometime?”
    With clenched teeth and a cringe, Jackie took in a sharp breath of air. “Of course. But right now is really not a good time. Honest. Life gets better for me in a couple of weeks.”
    He shook his head at her and grinned. “Well, okay, then…”
    Jackie slid her clothes on and slipped into her shoes, knowing if she didn’t get out of there soon, she might never escape. “How about you give me your number and I’ll call you? Soon. I promise. It’s just with work, I’m so swamped.”
    He walked up to her and snatched her phone from the floor and punched in his digits. A muffled electronic chime came from the vicinity of his pants up in the bow.
    “There. Now one last kiss,” he said as he wrapped his arms around her.

Chapter Three
    Jackie strode through the revolving door of the courthouse and into the assault of a sea of navy summer-weight wool suits, with one token red power jacket paired with a black short skirt. The brigade of Ashe Financial Services lawyers stood in battle formation.
    Jackie stifled a laugh. How many lawyers did it take to argue a simple motion? She knew the answer—as many as it took to squeeze every dime out of the client and line the partners’ pockets. She now practiced law to help people, not rob them blind.
    A little more than a year ago, she had been a part of them. When she left to start her own firm, they’d laughed at her and said she was throwing her life away. In less than six weeks, she’d be the one laughing. Once today’s motion was over, it was smooth sailing until trial.
    Sailing.
    Brandon.
    Had only three days passed since that amazing night? She made a mental note to call him. Soon. Although he wore the role of a playboy well, with the fancy boat, big tips, and unapologetic sex, Jackie’s gut told her there was a lot more underneath. Their instant connection on the dance floor, and in bed, was unique. Hopefully, it would be the beginning of something more. The empty place in her heart ached to know him and for him to know her.
    She closed her eyes and saw his tousled hair against the sails in the morning. Was he a coffee or tea man? Surely, coffee. Black. Strong. Nothing froufrou or