Page 188 of White Raven
“Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck.
“You’re fine. I didn’t really wanna represent that piece of shit anyway. I just really needed the experience. I kinda blew it.” She gathered her files and tucked them into her arm as she shouldered her purse. “So…you’re from Boston?”
“Yeah.”
“Me too. Stratford…you’re the senator’s son.” Her mouth curled up in the corner, but he didn’t see any sign of animosity.
“Yeah, not anymore.”
Danforth offered a hand, and a soft smile, and Brent shook it firmly. She was a pretty girl. Soft brown hair, freckles, and a nice tight grip that suggested she was more than meets the eye. “I can see that,” she smiled.
“Just graduated?” he asked, smiling back.
“Not too long ago. Recently married too.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thanks…Brent, was it?”
He nodded and glanced down at her ring. She obviously married somebody wealthy. “Yeah. Pleasure to meet you, Miss…?”
“Brynn,” she said, releasing his hand. “I’ll have to remember not to underestimate a guy in chucks. Seems I’ve got a lot still to learn about law.”
“I’ve got a small office in downtown Denver if you ever need some advice…you know…free of charge.”
“Might take you up on that. Thanks.”
Brent tossed a couple of fingers up, and smirked. “See ya.”
Wren’s favorite burger joint was conveniently parked a short distance between Denver’s courthouse, and her studio, and he walked in her front doors, jerking his head up in salutation at the flamboyant front desk guy, Matthew, who wore an immortal smile, and always made him laugh when he came in.
“Well…you look glowy. Must have been a good day in court,” Matt grinned, biting the cap of his pen.
“It was. Although the judge is a battle ax that slowly dropped on my wardrobe. I barely left with my scrotum intact.”
Matthew’s eyebrows jumped off his face. “Not the scrotum! Red would be real sad about that. I heard it’s flawless.” Brent snickered as he passed the counter and tossed him a bag of french fries. “They say seeing is believing, you know?”
“No, Matty.”
Matt slid a french fry between his teeth and shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
Brent’s smile was wide as he strolled down the hallway, and into Wren’s workspace. Seemed she was hungry enough to eat the end of her paintbrush as she stared at a canvas that was vibrant with bright paint. He reached around her from behind and laid her bag on the small worktable. Wren melted into his arms. He’d never get tired of that.
“It’s not happening,” she sighed, still staring at her canvas.
“Burger break?”
“You only get Denzel’s when you win a case.” Wren turned in his hold and dropped her brush to the easel before her arms locked around his neck. “Did my bitch kick ass in court today?”
“He did,” Brent smiled, kissing that vulgar mouth. “And then the dusty hen kicked mine. I got reprimanded for not wearing a suit again.”
“I’ll allow youone. One suit for court appearances. The rest are for…hiding the Stratford.”
“Oooo…I like that. Speaking of myStratford…did you tell Matt I had a flawless ballsack?” Wren snorted as she threw her head back in giggles. “Wren…you know Matt’s got no chill. He flat out told me there’s five pictures of me in his spank bank.”
“There’s eight, actually.”
“Jesus…” He nipped her lip and started unloading their lunch. “What time is your client coming in this afternoon?”
