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Righteous anger immediately surged forward. The thought of some prick moving in and taking advantage of people like Mrs. Jenson grated at him.
One of the reasons he’d gone into law was to see justice served. It wasn’t until so little of it went to those who deserved it that he’d fallen out of love with it.
And as far as the townsfolk went, well, it was sorta like how you could pick on your family and friends, but heaven help anyone else who crossed that line.
Some of them could be right pains in the ass, but they looked out for one another, and Uncertainty held several of the most genuinely nice people he’d ever met. “Let’s hear the case, and I’ll see if I can help.”
She withdrew a file folder with several medical bills and told him that her insurance company claimed they wouldn’t cover the things they previously said they would, and now she was looking at having to sell her home so they wouldn’t have the pleasure of foreclosing it out from underneath her.
That last part hit a nerve. “I won’t let that happen,” he said, despite the fact that the first rule in Legal Club was not making promises. That was promises you might not be able to keep, and he’d be damned if he let Mrs. Jenson lose her home.
“Does that mean you’ll take the case?”
Honestly, he didn’t know how restoring boats would go, and with the first one done, he found himself antsy.
This case meant defending someone who deserved it. “Yeah. I’ll take the case.”
Her relief was so palpable, and he could hardly handle the flow of gratitude aimed his way.
He showed her off the boat and turned to the next person in line—the woman who’d insisted she was first.
“All right. Come aboard and let’s hear it. But if it has to do with suing a pig, I’m warning you that I’m not the right lawyer.”
“How about taking a cheating pig’s money?”
He scrunched up his eyebrows, wondering if the town would ever have a shortage of weird cases. But the angry glare in her eye helped him put it together. “The cheating pig in this scenario would be…?”
“My ex-husband. He’s trying to get out of paying child support, and I need someone who’s not going to tell me that I should either let it go or find a new man, but that would probably require a makeover.”
The angry heat returned, and he suspected he knew the answer before he even asked the question. “Who told you that?”
“That asshole lawyer who’s moved in to drain the residents in Uncertainty of their money while he insults them.”
“Not on my watch,” Tucker said.
Apparently he’d resorted to cheesy sayings that only grown men in tights and superhero capes uttered on TV shows or movies.
But as he sat back and listened to the woman’s case and what she’d been dealing with over the past three years, the words echoed through his head again.
Not on my watch.
Chapter Twenty-One
Easton and Ford rained dollar bills on Tucker the instant he stepped inside the community center Wednesday night for the dance lessons they’d been instructed to attend “or else.”
“What the hell is this?” he asked.
“We hear you’re working for dollar bills now,” Ford said. “And we are about to witness your dance moves, so…”
Sputtered laughter came from Addie, who covered her mouth with her hand when he pinned her with a look.
It didn’t hide the sparkle of humor in her eyes, though.
“Oh, you think that’s funny? This is your grandma’s fault, and since I don’t have the heart to yell at her for it, I’m gonna make you pay.”
“Jeez, a couple days of havin’ dollar bills thrown at you, and suddenly you need to be constantly showered or you go getting all kinds of grouchy.” Addie pulled a couple of bills out of the pocket of her jeans and smacked them to his chest. “There you go, you diva. But later tonight, I’ll expect a performance.”
He caught her wrist as she moved to withdraw her hand, and her sharp inhale made it hard to not yank her flush to him and whisper in her ear that if anyone would be stripping later tonight, it’d be her.
