Page 47 of Honorable Convictions
Pierson frowned at the flatness of his voice—he’d done that with careless words. It was those things they did to hurt each other that always had him questioning the smartness of this experiment of theirs, but he had to fix the damage he’d unintentionally caused. “I meant that I’m upset, and you’re the first person I thought of.”
“Are you okay?”
“We had our weekly meeting, and Barnaby isn’t going to assign me cases.”
“That’ll give you more time to finalize your requirements this week.”
“No, not just this week. She’s not going to give me any more while I’m here.”
“You have eight months left. Can you handle going that long without working a case?”
“I don’t know,” Pierson answered honestly. “What would you do?”
“You already know my response. I love my job too much to consider leaving it. Although the best JK in history is currently being wasted in DC, and it’s made my number of cases in the area of ridiculous.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Mitchell responded huskily. “You needed a break. I know it wasn’t an easy decision for you.”
“I’m starting to question it.”
“You can transfer to Vegas at any point.”
“I made a commitment to stay here. It’s not honorable to go back on my word.”
“Then you already have your answer.”
“Yeah,” Pierson said, but the word lacked strength.
“Did you finish your requirements yet?”
“Yes, I’ve put together what I think is a good representation of Juris Knights across North America.”
“Make the appointment with the VKs and RKs.”
“I will.”
“When?”
“Soon.”
“This is going to help everyone. Why are you dragging your feet?”
“I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right to go to my bosses and say this is what we should do.”
“How many times do I need to tell you that no Juris Knight is more suited to this liaison position than you?”
For some reason, the word “position” had all sorts of beautiful thoughts going through Pierson’s mind, and not one of them had anything to do with being a Juris Knight. It was the rich voice on the other line trying to give him a pep talk. In the week or so since they’d first had sex, each successive meeting in bed had been frantic. After all the decades that had passed, it was inevitable that they’d concentrate on the end result, but he longed for the opportunity to experiment. His brain supplied wonderful images of the different things he wanted to try with Mitchell.
“Blondie? You still there?”
“Huh?”
“What’s going on? Are you okay?”
“Um…yeah…fine.”
“Your voice sounds funny.”
