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assistant gather today: a full transcript of the trial they conducted for Bingham, all of the Internet articles on the woman—regarding that trial and subsequent others where they were not her representation—and what was publicly know about her prison history.
    But instead of seeing the words before him, Reese thought about casual clothes again, and ordering late night dinners when he and Kate were in law school. One time in particular…
    “Food’s here,” he’d remarked one night when the doorbell to his tiny studio in New Haven rang.
    Stretched out on her stomach on the floor, wearing a baby pink sweat suit, Kate glanced up at him. “Okay.” She reached for her purse. “My treat.” Since they were so poor and had gone to school on loans and scholarships, money was tight for both of them.
    “No, I got it, Katie.”
    “No way, then this’ll be like a date.” She scowled. “And don’t call me that.”
    He’d smiled, though weakly. They’d been spending all their free time together studying and sometimes discussing their futures; he was able to talk to this girl in a way he couldn’t with other people. They still sparred verbally, but the teasing about being mortal enemies was wearing thin. He liked her and he got turned on by the subtlest of things. He took her money, though. She had an Italian temper and could go off like fireworks when somebody didn’t listen to her.
    They ate in the living room; she was seated on the floor, he was on the couch, both up close to the scarred coffee table. For some reason, her mouth drew his attention. He watched her munch on the bread with relish. Stuff down the pasta. Take sips of the cheap wine he had provided. “How come you don’t gain any weight when you eat like a lumberjack?”
    “Please, I’m way over my weight limit. I just don’t care about it.”
    “I think you look great.”
    She must have caught his sincere—and interested—tone. “Thanks.” She eyed his muscular body. “You do, too. Because you work out so hard.” In exercise, like everything else, Reese was driven to be the best.
    “I do. Gotta keep up my manly appearance,” he joked.
    She studied his unshaven jaw, his shoulders with utter seriousness. “You’re the most manly guy I know.”
    “Really? You been hanging out with law students too long.”
    He thought he saw vulnerability in her eyes and regretted his taunt. “Maybe.” She wiped her mouth and stood. “I’ll clean up. We still have a lot of studying to do for the test.”
    When she came around the table and reached for his plate, he grabbed her hand. “Katie, I—”
    Looking down at him, her eyes flared. He’d never touched her before. Her hand was warm, smooth, feminine. She cleared her throat nervously. He knew girls well enough to recognize her nervousness and the source of it. So he tugged.
    She tumbled into his lap, and tossed back all those glorious curls. “What are you doing, hotshot?”
    “Something I’ve wanted to do for weeks.”
    Tensing, she sucked in a breath. “This isn’t a good idea.”
    He’d rubbed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You can sue me for forcing unwanted attention on you, but I’m going to kiss you, Katie. Right now.”
    “They’re not unwanted, Reese,” she whispered softly.
    His body went from zero to sixty in seconds. “Katie…” He’d kissed her then. Again and again.
    They’d torn each other’s clothes off.
    And when he thrust inside her, he knew he’d never get enough of Kaitlyn Renado…
    A loud knock jolted him from the memory of the first time they’d made love. Kate stood in the doorway. “Reese? Where were you?”
    He shook his head to clear it. “Daydreaming. Come on in.”
    She hesitated at the entryway. Dressed in a beautiful peach suit and crisp blouse and heels, she looked every inch the intimidating judge. Yet somehow she looked feminine, too. A hell of a combination.
    “What are you staring at?” she asked.
    “It’s odd seeing you here again.”