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Dawson: Didn’t have to. Found her sitting at your desk naked after our clients left. That said it all.

Naomi: What happened?

Dawson: The usual with her. Things got heated.

Chapter 21

DAWSON

Naomi huffed. “Can you please stop whistling?”

“I didn’t realize I was.”

She frowned. “You’ve been doing it all morning.”

“Sorry.”

“Whatever.”

I shook my head. She’d been off since I walked in today. Her responses were curt, and frown lines were etched at the corners of her mouth.

“Is everything okay, Naomi?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I don’t know. You’ve given me nothing but one-word answers since you got here this morning.”

“Everything’s fine. There, that’s two.” She looked pointedly at the file in my hand. “Did you want something?”

“Oh. Yeah. After you’re done with the Hausman petition, do you think you can go through this trial transcript and mark all the places that Mr. Abrams talks about his son? Mr. Abrams was convicted, and his appeal starts next week. The DA just added his son to their list of witnesses, so I need to memorize everything my client said. I don’t have time to read a five-pound transcript, and the electronic file is missing, so I can’t do a name search.”

“Sure.”

I smiled. “There’s a one-word answer again…”

Naomi rolled her eyes. “I’m just busy.”

My gut told me it was more than that. “Is your sister okay?”

“You asked me that already this morning. She’s fine.”

“That time of the month?”

Naomi’s eyes flared. There was fire lurking behind her irises. “Inappropriate much?”

I shrugged. “There’s Motrin in my top drawer, if you need it.”

She scowled.

I held up my hands and took a backward step toward my door. “I’ll be in my office.”

“Great. Maybe you can turn down the music you have playing in there, too.”

“Is that what’s bothering you? I’m making too much noise? Whistling and music?”

“Nothing is bothering me. Just keepyour happinessdown, please.”

“Fine. I apologize if mygood moodis disturbing you.”

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