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herself for her stupidity.  A few honeyed words shouldn’t be enough to sway her.  “Oh?  Is that supposed to charm me?   That you think I’m pretty?  You manipulated me, just like you’ve been manipulating me ever since….”
    Daniel finished Bryn’s sentence after a few seconds had passed.  “Winsor’s attack?  I haven’t been manipulating you.”  
    “ What do you call what you’ve been doing for the past week?  Stalking me in court.  Staring at me.  Coming up to me all the time.”  Touching me.  She remembered his large fingertip smoothing itself over her tattoo and almost shuddered in delight, then squelched the thought.  No way was she going to bring that up.
    “ Well, gee, I don’t know,” he began with some vehemence.  “If you have to ask, maybe I’m not doing it right.”
    “ Doing what right?”
    “ Courting you?”
    She paused, nonplussed.  “Is that a question?”
    “ No.  It’s what I’m doing.  You know, when a guy lets a girl know he’s interested in her?”
    “ Usually that’s done with flowers and dinner.”
    “ Too trite,” he said.  “But heck, I’m willing to give it a try if it works for you.  How about it?”
    “ How about what?” she asked in exasperation.
    “ Flowers, dinner, candlelight.  I know a great Italian restaurant just a few blocks from here.”
    Bryn laughed.  “You’re amazing!  I’m mad at you.  Besides, you just helped Kyle Winsor get away with burglary!  What makes you think I’d go on a date with you?”
    Daniel looked at her chidingly.  “Deny it all you want, but there’s something between us.”
    “ Oh, there’s something alright,” she snapped.  “My complete and utter distaste for what you do for a living.”
    “ What?  Uphold the Constitution?”
    “ Is that what you call it when a jury gets to decide an attempted burglary case without information that the defendant has a history of theft?”  
    “ It’s called giving the accused a fair shake.”
    “ An unfair advantage, more like it.  Fair shake?  Well, to use a southern term you should appreciate, ‘Fare is what you pay to ride the bus.’  I call your fair shake a hole in the legal system.”
    Daniel shook his head.  “Pretty harsh.  Don’t you think everyone deserves to be judged based on their true actions and not their past mistakes?”
     “ A person’s past can be a reflection of their true nature.”   Hearing the words that flew out of her mouth numbed her.  She thought of the way she’d left her sister alone in order to party with a boy whose name she couldn’t even remember.  Thought of what that said about her true nature.  If Daniel knew, what would he think of her?  What would he think about her attempts to make up for it?
    “ But not a guarantee,” he said.
    “ No, not a guarantee.  But neither is one’s past irrelevant.  A person can turn his life around.  But he has to be willing to learn from his past.  Somehow I don’t think Kyle Winsor is going to do that.”  Bryn shifted the box in her arms.  “Look, this is heavy, and I’ve got to go.”
    Daniel moved as if to take the box from her, but stopped when she frowned.  “Dinner?” he asked hopefully.
    “ No,” she said.  After a slight hesitation, she said, “But thank you.”  
    He smiled.  “The offer is open any time.”  
    When she began to walk past him, he touched her arm.  “Bryn?”
    She looked up, masking the shiver she felt at his touch.  “Yes?”
    “ I really am sorry for any embarrassment I caused you this morning.  As for Winsor, you know as well as I do that the evidence just wasn’t there.”
    “ Well, apparently that’s what the jury thought,” she said, not willing to concede the point.  “And don’t use my looks in a closing argument ever again,” she added warningly.
    “ Gotcha,” he said, his Southern drawl lengthening the word.  
    She resisted the temptation to bite the strong, angular line of his jaw.