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“Yes,” Germaine replied.

“Rut-roh,” I said. “Wonder if someone is suing me?”

That was, in fact, exactly what happened.

Five minutes later, after learning that it was me, he held out papers to me.

“Take them,” the man said. “You’ve been served.”

I sighed. “I can’t see them to take them, sir.”

There was a long pause as he realized that he’d just held out papers to a blind woman and ordered her to take them, and then he moved closer. “Sorry.”

I still didn’t take them.

“Just put them on the table,” Garrett suggested.

The guy did and clip-clopped out of the office in what sounded like fancy dress shoes.

“What do they say?” I asked after a few minutes.

It was Garrett who answered, saying, “Your ex is suing you for harassment, emotional damage, and a litany of other things.”

“Emotional damage?” I laughed. “What?”

“It’s what it says,” Garrett sounded enraged.

“Let me see,” Germaine said.

The sound of papers shuffling could be heard, and then Garrett sat down beside me and picked up the ice pack that was covering the left side of my face.

“I have a great lawyer,” Dad said. “I’ll send these over to him.”

“Thanks,” I sighed. “I appreciate it.”

“In the meantime,” Germaine said, “I still need a woman spoken to. She’s distraught, and I have no idea what’s going on with her.”

Garrett began to argue, but I patted his chest. “Garrett, you’re going to have to let me do my job.”

He grumbled something under his breath, and I caught his shirt and pulled.

He got the drift and pressed his mouth to mine. “I’ll walk you back to your office so you can get Rooster. I gave him a bone and locked him in there.”

“Thank you.” I patted his chest, feeling the Kevlar vest underneath his shirt. “Is that heavy?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Does it get hot?” I asked.

“Like the dickens,” he answered.

I grinned. “I’ll bet you’re sexy as hell in it.”

Someone made gagging sounds, and I snickered. “Take me to my office, darling.”

“Anything you want, sweet cheeks,” he teased right back.

“Gag!” Auden called.

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