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“What?”
“The commanding tone? That eye thing where you look at me as if you want to pin me to the spot? Do people give in to what you want?”
“Yes. Usually.” He lifted one corner of his mouth in a half smile.
“Hmm… that would explain a lot.”
He tilted his head slightly to the right. “Does it?”
“Oh yeah. But it doesn’t work with me.”
“We’ll see about that.”
“So far, you’ve got a lousy record.”
“But we’re neighbors. That gives me plenty of opportunities to prove myself.”
I laughed nervously. He tipped his chin down, fixing his eyes on my mouth. It was only for a split second before he caught himself, but oh my. I was on fire again. My heartbeat accelerated.
“Let’s go, Liz. You don’t want to miss your shift.”
“Oh, that’s right.”
The man had completely made me forget that I had to leave soon. And from his satisfied smirk, he knew it too.
Today had not gone as expected, not at all.
I’d discovered that my handsome landlord wasn’t the asshole I’d pegged him for. He had a protective side—and I liked it very much. On top of that, I was pretty certain I wasn’t the only one fantasizing about naked time together.
“What?” he inquired.
“You’re… different than I thought.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Good different, I assume.”
“Hmm. You know what they say when you assume.”
He scoffed. “You already thought I was an asshole. It can’t get any worse than that.”
“True. I’m off, then. I look forward to you… proving yourself.”
The smile he flashed nearly made my panties combust.
“Game on, neighbor.”
CHAPTER 4
DECLAN
The next morning,I was feeling fucking victorious when I left court. Victoria and I had won against her asshole of a husband.
"Declan, thank you so much. You have no idea what this means to me. I'm so glad it's over."
"Of course you are."
We walked down the steps of the courthouse. I only spared the opposing council one glance. Dominic Finch was glaring at me with an icy stare. I called it “the loser stare.” Served him right for taking on that asshole as his client. I had a bone-deep sense of justice. I'd had it since I was a kid, and I had a golden rule: I never took assholes for clients. I didn't care who they were, or if they were willing to pay. Being one of the top lawyers in Chicago, I had more than one asshole beat down my door thinking they could buy me. They couldn't.
"If you need anything else, give me a call, okay? Or email me," I told Victoria as I opened the door to the Uber she’d ordered.
