The Lawyer's Mate by Eve Adrian Page A

Longwood living in disgrace, could rise above her base desires and do what needed to be done. Damn the wants, damn the needs, damn the cost. Surely her family had that engraved in Latin somewhere.
    Of course, that family motto had lead her to be kicked out of her home and told never to return. It seemed that the Longwoods of Manhattan who had lived in that city for over 200 years had no use for a werewolf in their midst. If only she had known what happened when that stupid dog had attacked her while she was running through Central Park a year ago.
    But there was nothing to be done about that. She resolved not to dwell on what brought her here in the first place. Boise was...fine. Nice, even. If she could get over the disturbing quietness, the slower pace of life. And it was still a city. And, and this part she actually liked, she got to practice criminal law again, not the boring corporate variety her mother had roped her into back home.
    So, really, everything was fine. She sat up from the bed, casting off the covers. It was time for a bracing cool shower to wipe off the memory of that dream. And any thoughts of Andy Olson. He didn't get to know she was hot for him. She wasn't going to be the woman who fucked the boss's son for her place in the company. Wasn't going to happen.
    No matter what her dream self wanted.

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    Andy arrived at the office early to go over some of his files. He had a meet with a client later and knew it could take most of the afternoon to trek over to the prison. Some idiot kid had burglarized Silver Sky Research and since the kid's dad was a friend of the family they had agreed to defend him. And since his dad still thought he needed the experience, Andy had to handle this one despite the fact that there was so much evidence against them they were going to lose easily.
    Andy hated to lose.
    Which was why he had been coming into the office early and staying late for the past few weeks looking for anything in their evidence that he could use to argue that his client should not be convicted. And despite the hours, nothing came to light.
    Max might have helped him sort out his thoughts on this one, but lately he was all wrapped up in his new mate. That was a whole level of something not to think about. He and Max had flirted and tried to make a go of it so long ago, but it never became anything serious.
    And so now Andy was stuck coming into the office and leaving late, trying very hard not to think of his alpha and his alpha's mate and the things that could have been.
    A sizzle shot down his spine and he straightened in his seat, the chair creaking with the shift of his weight. Something like scent but not quite told him that she was in the office. His cock twitched from the presence of her, but he kept his breathing under control, concentrating on keeping himself in check. After all, Wren had shown absolutely no interest in him and he was too busy to change that.
    On that first day they met about a month ago he thought there might have been something there, her eye had briefly flashed and she stared at him for longer than was polite. But he was probably over analyzing. At the time he had to grip his hands so tight he had nearly cut into his palms with his finger nails. All he had wanted to do was vault over the table, hike up her skirt, and plunge into her until he exploded.
    But even at his family's firm that would probably have gotten him fired on the spot. If it didn't get him arrested.
    A meeting reminder popped up in his email. Andy couldn't remember setting anything up, but it was possible his secretary had accepted it on his behalf. The subject told him it was about this Parker Griffith case. Parker Griffith, the stupid burglar with connections. Maybe Andy should just convince him to plead guilty to get this whole thing over with quicker.
    He walked down the hall to one of the smaller conference rooms. In fact, it had been a closet until the year before and was the only meeting room in their