Page 22 of Tiny's Law

I’m painfully aware of his large form following behind me, and as soon as we enter my office, I curse myself for putting off bringing in the armchair to go with the loveseat. We are forced to sit next to each other unless I want to be an absolute fucking weirdo and sit in my chair all the way on the other side of the large office.

“So, you called for a system install?” Tiny starts, sitting as all men seem to with legs spread wide and one arm stretched across the back of the loveseat.

“Reggie and Nash thought it would be a good idea considering the type of services I offer.”

“To criminals,” Tiny offers nonchalantly.

The way he says it sends a shiver racking down my spine. “Yes.”

He nods, looking around the space. “Do you want cameras set up inside your office?”

“Preferably.”

His eyes squint. “Won’t your clients be opposed to that? You know, confidential confessions and all that?”

“Is there a way to make the cameras inside my office invisible? Sometimes, being able to watch back meetings helps me with little details I could have missed.”

“I can make anything practically invisible.”

I smile up at him and nod. “Reggie wants an alarm installed, and he also mentioned a panic button of sorts.”

His left eyebrow lifts slightly. “You want a panic button? Where? In here?”

“In here, the front desk, maybe even one in each of their offices too.”

“Damn, honey. What kind of clients are you anticipating bringing in here?”

The way the endearment flows off his tongue sends a shiver over my skin. “You can never be too careful, right?”

“Well, I guess if they are really dangerous, you’re going to be meeting them in jail right?”

I let out a laugh. “You’d be surprised how crazy disgruntled family members can get when things don’t go the way they were anticipating.”

His features harden. “You've been hurt before?”

I wave off his concern. “My dad has been a criminal defense attorney since before I was born. He’s received enough threats that I know not to be naive.”

Tiny nods, the scowl still not leaving his face.

“Alarm, cameras, panic button–, I can do all that. Do you have a system installed at home?”

“No. I just moved here, and the house I bought is a new build.”

“I’ll be over this weekend to set that up.”

My eyes widen. “No, that’s alright, we just need it here.”

“Honey, you just said that people threatened your dad, and from what you’ve said, I’m willing to venture it was on a pretty regular basis. You need at least an alarm at your house.”

I roll my eyes. “Fine,” I concede. In an attempt to buy some time and compose myself, I grab my nearby water bottle and take a drink.

“Good girl.”

I choke over the small sip of water in my mouth, blindsided by his remark.

“Sorry.”

He smirks as he pats my back.

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