Page 69 of Anything To Be With You

"Lucky me." I mumble as I squeeze out my hair. It started raining when Mason and I left the restaurant.

I go straight to his office and walk in. Stopping dead when I catch sight of him. Luke’s pacing around his desk, phone in one hand, the other balled into a fist at his side.

"I understand that. However, with the evidence Mrs. Dobson has given me—yes. Okay, well…uh huh."

I start backing out when his head snaps up and his body turns slowly towards mine. It’s like something out of the movies. Like he can smell me or something. His eyes roam over my wet hair and clothes before motioning for me to close the door. The moment I do; he prowls towards me. Backing me into the door, pressing his warm, hard body against mine and bringing his face to my hair. Which, I must say, is weird.

"Okay. Okay, I see…yes…yes. Thank you." He hangs up and chucks his phone across the room. It hits the wall and shatters into pieces.

"Ah, who was that?" I ask as his head finds the spot between my neck and shoulder and his large hands drop to my hips.

"Doug’s new lawyer," he mumbles into my skin.

I wrap my arms around his waist. "Who is it?"

"The Shark."

"Who?" I ask.

"John Whitlock."

"For fucks sake. That's Josh's father."

Luke pulls back. "Josh is a Whitlock?"

"Unfortunately." I drop my forehead against his chest. "He's not going to go easy on you. Are you going to change your game plan?"

"Big time. I'm going to have to start from scratch."

"And what does this new plan entail?" I ask, lifting my head off his warm chest.

"You."

I point to my chest. "Me?"

"Yes."

"How am I the plan?" I probe.

His lips meet mine in the briefest of kisses. "I need you to come to court with me."

I lean back. "And do what? Cheer for you? Cheerleader outfits do not work on this body."

Luke groans and closes the gap between us again. "Why did you have to put that image in my head." His fingers flex on my hips.

"Add it to your spank bank," I tell him.

"Already done, but no. I don’t need you to cheer for me." He drops his forehead to mine.

"Then why do you need me there?" I’m not fully understanding where his train of thought is headed.

"You’ll throw John off his game."

I push him back and slip under his arm. "I’m gonna to pass on that."

Luke turns from the door. "Are you serious? This is a make-or-break case for me. If I win against The Shark, it'll be something people talk about for years."

"Yes, I'm serious. I am not going to allow you to use me to win a case."

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