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His sky-blue gaze bored into mine, making my pulse accelerate and reminding me of things best left forgotten.

Why did I have to run into him today?

We had too much history, and our careers ran on separate paths.

He was the type of man I’d always dreamed of being with: strong, confident, self-assured, with an edge that screamed rebel bad boy.

He came from a long line of conservative Louisiana senators. Politics was in his blood. However, to his family’s dismay, he’d chosen a different route for his life. He’d moved to a new state, pursuing a law career outside of the political spotlight, and desired a simple existence.

With his looks and manner, he made the sexy prime minister of Canada look like a wimpy old geezer. And below his gorgeous face was a body chiseled to perfection and ideal for the covers of magazines.

Shit, I had to stop thinking about him like that. He was a federal magistrate judge whose career came before a relationship with a celebrity attorney.

There was a slight smirk on his too-good-looking-for-his-own-good face. God, he was such a cocky bastard. He knew how he affected me.

He’d have to remain in the world of make-believe and lost possibilities.

Nathan touched my arm, returning my attention to the task at hand. I knocked on the office door and entered when summoned. We’d arrived as the judge moved to her desk.

“Have a seat. This shouldn’t take long without either of your clients present.”

Nathan and I took our spots on the other side of the large oak monstrosity.

I could almost envision Judge Camden being the one before us, taking off his robe, hanging it on a hook near him. I pictured his muscled arms bunching and bulging under the fitted white button-down shirts he favored. The thought made me nearly swallow my tongue.

What I wouldn’t give to lick every inch of that body again.

A throat cleared, making me refocus on Judge McGregor.

What the hell was I doing?

My hormones were going haywire. It had been too long since I’d gotten laid. The last thing I needed was to have Judge McGregor hate me even more because I wasn’t paying attention.

“Counselors, we didn’t even get to start today’s discussion without chaos ensuing. Do I need to make it clear that you have to keep your clients under control?”

Before I could respond, a knock sounded on the door, and Devin Camden’s head peeked inside.

Of course, the man I was envisioning licking would be the one to interrupt the meeting.

“Oh, excuse me.” His gaze held mine as he spoke to Judge McGregor. “I didn’t realize you were meeting with the counselors. I’ll come back later.”

“No, Devin. Don’t worry about it. We will finish in a moment. Just take a seat over there.” Judge McGregor gestured to a set of couches in the back of the room.

“Samina. Nathan,” he greeted Nathan and me.

“Judge Camden,” I responded and inclined my head.

“Devin.”

“Excuse me?” I said, not sure why he’d said his name.

“Out there, I’m Judge Camden. Out of the public eye, I’m Devin.”

No way in hell was I calling him by his first name right now, no matter our history. I peeked at Nathan, who shrugged his shoulders. Nathan and the judge played golf together, and he never called him by his first name when in work mode. Our relationship was frosty at best to justify any familiarity.

This was a test. It had to be.

“Judge Camden, it’s good to see you, as always.” Nathan broke the standoff between Judge Camden and me.

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