Page 16 of Legally Ours

"Hey, Sky, you really didn't have much at your grandma's house, so I just got––oh!"

Zola was staring at Jane like he'd just been smacked in the face. Immediately, Jane turned bright red, and edged around him like he was made of fire.

"Hi," Zola said. He shuffled his bag to his other side so he could shake her hand. "I'm Matthew, the prosecutor on the Messina case."

"Jane," Jane said, shaking his hand awkwardly. "Best friend."

"I'll, um, be seeing you around, I hope," Zola said awkwardly, suddenly aware of the fact that he was standing with an audience of four other people. He nodded back at me. "I'll see you, Skylar."

I watched Jane curiously as she watched him walk away. Then she turned back to me.

"Well?" she asked. "An attendant's on his way up with the wheelchair, and Brandon's got a freakin' presidential caravan downstairs to get you out of here. What do you say, chick? You ready to head home?"

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