Page 61 of Cause of Action

“Oh shit.” Julian chuckled.

“Bro, you know we always teeter on the line of breaking the law,” Parker said. “What’s the big deal? She has her methods; if she can get him to confess, your client will be released from jail, and you win. Who cares how the confession was obtained?”

“I care. I don’t need her landing her ass in jail.”

“Why?” Julian’s eyes narrowed. “Because then you’ll have to stop sleeping with her and defend her?”

“It doesn’t matter anyway. She’ll be heading back to New York when the case is over,” Parker said.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Unless you don’t want her to leave,” Julian said.

“I don’t care. This was always a temporary arrangement,” I said.

“But I think you do care,” Julian said.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I wiped my mouth with a napkin. “It’s nothing more than a fling.”

When I arrived at Morgan’s suite, Simon was already putting the wire on her.

“How are you, Roman? We haven’t seen you in a while?” Simon asked.

“I’m good, Simon.” I patted his back. “How are Grace and Nora?”

“They’re great.” He smiled. “Okay, Morgan. You’re all set.”

“Excellent.” She smiled. “Are you ready, Roman?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” I sighed.

We stepped onto the porch, and I rang the doorbell. Gregory opened the door and stared at us.

“Miss Ashley, what can I do for you?”

“I’m sorry for just dropping by. I tried to call your cellphone, but it kept saying your number was disconnected.”

“That’s odd. Are you sure you were dialing the right number?” His brows furrowed.

“Yep. I double-checked it with the number on your business card. Anyway, I couldn’t wait because I’m way too excited.”

“About what?”

“May we come in? I saw a house for sale, and I need it. I need it right now.”

“Can it wait? My fiancée and I have dinner reservations.”

“Mr. Williamson, I think the sale of a five-million-dollar home is a little more important than dinner reservations,” she said.

“Indeed it is. Come in. I’m sorry, you are?” He looked at me.

“This is my boyfriend, Roman Hamilton,” Morgan spoke.

“The attorney who took on my brother’s case?” His brows furrowed.

“I was the attorney that took on your brother’s case. Unfortunately, there isn’t a case anymore,” I said.

“I’m ready, baby.” A beautiful young woman walked down the stairs.

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