Page 116 of Cause of Action

“You’re welcome. Laurel Evans is here for her interview.”

“Send her in.”

When Laurel stepped into the conference room, Parker glanced at me and arched his brow as the corners of his mouth curved upward.

“Miss Evans, I’m Roman Hamilton, and this is my brother Parker.”

“It’s nice to meet you both.” She shook our hands.

“Please, have a seat.” I gestured. “Your resume is impeccable.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hamilton.”

“I do have to ask. Why a public defender?”

“It was only supposed to be temporary until I found something else. But you know how life gets in the way sometimes.”

“We sure do.” Parker smiled.

“So, if we were to hire you, there wouldn’t be a problem relocating?”

“Not at all. I’ve already found a house to rent until I get established.”

“Oh yeah? Where at?” Parker asked.

“I don’t think that’s any of our business.” I glanced at Parker.

“Right. Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Laurel smiled. “I found a house in West Hollywood. The couple who own the home are very nice. They agreed to hold the home for a week when I told them I was interviewing with your firm today.”

The door opened, and Julian walked in. “Sorry aboutthat.”

Laurel turned around and stared at him. Julian stopped dead in his tracks.

“You!” He pointed at her.

“Ah, the arrogant and overconfident man hitting on me at the bar and hoping to take me to his suite.”

“That is not true. What the hell is she doing here?”

“Wait a second.” Parker put up his hand. “This is the woman you told us about?”

“Is he your brother?” Laurel asked.

“He sure is.” I sighed, running my hand down my face.

“You’re a lawyer?” Julian asked her, taking the seat next to me.

“I am. And a damn good one.” She smiled.

He picked up her resume and studied it.

“A public defender? Really? You attended forensic camp growing up?”

“I did.” She nodded.

“Huh, a 4.0 from Duke. I take it you’re super smart.”

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