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she walked out of court, her nose in the air, while Mays finished up with his client.  Thankfully, she’d managed to make it through the afternoon’s pretrial conferences without incident before returning to her office to make some phone calls.  
    Unfortunately, she still had plenty to do before she could fall into her huge down-covered bed and lose herself in sleep.  
    Work.  Sleep.  That pretty much summed up her life.  Most of the time, the pattern didn’t bother her.  She liked her job.  Liked helping others.  Liked the fact that people, both lay and legal, respected her.  But every once in a while, when she wanted to share details about her day or forget about them while going for a long nature hike, she’d realize there was no one there to listen or accompany her.
    So it was no wonder that Daniel’s attention had thrown her off balance, she told herself.  The man was way too full of himself, and she hated the fact that she, like every other woman with a pulse, was drawn to him.  
    Last year, he’d dated Natalie Chan, a court reporter.  Bryn witnessed them greet each other after court one day.  Daniel strode up to Natalie, saying “Hey, there, pretty lady,” and swooped down for a kiss.  Bryn thought the display of affection to be slightly inappropriate given that they were at work, but Natalie didn’t seem to mind.  She wrapped her arms around Daniel and returned his kiss with gusto.  Daniel caressed her back with broad, strong hands, and then moved his hands to her hair.
    Bryn hadn’t been able to look away.  She’d watched the pair with a feeling uncomfortably close to jealousy, and for a moment, desperately longed to take Natalie’s place.  When Daniel had raised his head, he’d seen her looking at them and smiled.  
    Bryn had been mortified.  She’d quickly walked away, calling herself a fool.  
    Since that day, she repeatedly told herself that she couldn’t possibly want Daniel Mays.  A defense attorney.  Someone who made his living trying to help others get away with crimes. Most of the time, her reasoning worked.  She’d convinced herself that Mays might be eye candy, but he wasn’t for her.
    When Daniel had called her “pretty” during his closing argument, Bryn had been unprepared for the intensity of her reaction.  Yes, it had been inappropriate, but that wasn’t why she’d lost control.  She’d been angry.  Angry at him.  And herself.  Angry that her own bad choices had led her to this place, a place where even a simple compliment could send her into a tail spin of longing.
    Bryn sighed.  He hadn’t meant it anyway.  She was sure he’d been trying to simultaneously charm the jury and throw her off balance.  Which is exactly what had happened.  He’d won the case hands down.
    About thirty minutes later, she grabbed her box of files and headed out of the District Attorney’s secure area and into the public lobby.  She stopped immediately when she saw Daniel Mays sprawled uncomfortably in one of the generic waiting room chairs.  He slowly rose, giving her a slight smile and a simple, “Hey.  How are you?”
    “ Great,” she said.  “Considering I just lost my first case to a manipulative post-adolescent criminal with more looks than brains.”
    “ Oh, come on,” he said.  “Kyle Winsor isn’t that bad.”
    “ I wasn’t talking about Kyle Winsor.”
    Daniel winced.  “Ouch,” he said, rubbing the area above his heart.  “You’re 2 for 0, lady.  How about giving me a break?  I’ve still got marks left over from this morning.”
    “ Which you totally deserved,” she said briskly.  “You crossed a line.”
    “ Yes, I did,” he conceded.  “But I was only trying to make a point.”  He held up his hands when she opened her mouth to argue with him.  “About how pretty you are.  And how passionate.  It just happened to help my client at the same time.”
    Bryn felt a definite flutter in her stomach and immediately chastised