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This was probably a mistake.
But there were a few more facts I’d discovered today, compounded with what I’d already learned about Cameron Bryant the night I met him.
He was respectful, but didn’t appear to coddle. Not only did he understand boundaries, but he followed them once they were laid out. And he had enough of my brothers’ trust that they willfully walked out of the room without causing a scene.
I needed a new lawyer. The one I previously worked with was good, but he was no longer practicing. And I couldn’t afford to take the time to find another one.
So now all I had to do was forget how close I’d been to kissing Cameron Bryant.
And never, ever think of it again.
CHAPTER THREE
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THE MOMENT JULIAN’S THROAT cleared behind me, I knew that I’d watched Natalie London walk away for just a beat too long after our meeting.
Fuck, and I thought I had the art of subtlety down.
I turned back to my friend and colleague with the air of someone who wasnotgoing to admit that they’d just done anything wrong.
But Julian sensed it, raised a brow, and then muttered, “She hasfourbrothers, Cam.”
“I am very aware of her brothers, Julian.”
Veryaware, considering two of them wereverypresent today. Which was fine, though it did make it more difficult to have a candid conversation with her, forcing me to follow her lead when she pretended to have never met me before.
There was just a split second when I’d believed her act, and it felt like a kick in the goddamn gut. Because of course, the one woman I couldn’t get out of my fucking mind didn’t even remember who I was.
But then she avoided my eye contact in a way she neveroncedid that night in the bar, and I knew she was just trying to hide. Like she’d been hiding from me for the last six months.
I hadn’t known her real name, her number, the street she lived on—nothing.
And here she was. Noah London’ssister. My newest client. Completely off-limits.
Fuck me.
Julian shrugged and fell back into his office. “Just thought you should know.”
I followed him and for some reason asked, “And why’s that?”
“Because of the googly eyes you were making when she walked away.”
“Juniper.” I turned to Julian’s wife, who happened to share an office with him. A terrible decision that no one seemed willing to rectify. “Please tell your husband that I was not making, and have never made, googly eyes.”
Unfortunately, Juniper just flashed me a pained smile.
“You know how much I love to tell Julian that he’s wrong, but…”
“I was just…admiring her,” I tried to salvage. Julian snorted as he sat in his desk chair, and I added, “Not like that. I’m just appreciating what she does to save lives and fight for her daughter.”
There. Neither of them could argue with that statement.
“Did you just realize that intelligent, hardworking women are hot?” Julian said with a raised brow. “Fuck, I could have told you that, man.”
He turned his gaze to his wife, whose face was suddenly flushed.
“Okay, I’m done with this conversation,” I muttered. I spent too much of my time at work watching these two flirt with each other.
