The Lawyer's Mate by Eve Adrian Page B

office that had no windows. As a rule it was only used for internal meetings, clients were treated to a higher standard.
    Inside the room at Wren Longwood. Andy took a deep breath and braced himself for the impact the sight of her had on him. She sat at the small table with her ankles crossed deftly to one side of the chair. She wore a beige pencil skirt with a patterned top and covered it with a bright red jacket. Her dark hair spilled down the back of the jacket in stark contrast and he could look at the pale skin of her legs for days. Those legs ended with red high heels. The things she could do to a man with those. It was all Andy could do to keep from sucking in a breath too loudly.
    She turned to look at him and her green eyes pierced him in place. Everything about this woman screamed money and class. She had come from New York, but New York had yet to leave her. Despite her background, she never seemed quite out of place in Boise. She might expect things that they couldn't get as easily, or think that their culture was lacking, but she never was so gauche as to say it or act like anything was wrong. That took skill.
    Knowing he'd stared too long, Andy sat down taking the closest side of the table so that he sat perpendicular to her. At least that way he could try to control his staring. "Good morning," he finally greeted.
    Wren nodded at him, "Good morning." She spread out a series of papers on the table, one or two redacted documents and crime scene photos from the Silver Sky break in. "I thought it best to go over where you are in this case before we head over later. I want to make sure that we're on the same page and we're not just covering the same ground."
    She started to summarize her research when Andy interrupted. "What are you talking about?"
    Wren raised an eyebrow and looked him over. "I've been assigned to work with you on the Griffith case. Did your fa--Did Sam not tell you?"
    No, Sam, his father, had not seen fit to share that information. Andy gritted his teeth and momentarily thought about fighting it. But he had never been able to convince Sam to reverse a decision, and if he thought Wren needed to work this case then Wren would work this case. No matter what Andy thought about it.
    And he didn't see fit to tell his father about his near overpowering desire to fuck this woman.
    So he just nodded and Wren continued talking.

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    Their trip to talk to Parker Griffith had turned up nothing. A few days later Wren sat in her office putting together various notes on some of her other cases. Olson and Breyer was a relatively small firm, but they took on a case load larger than the number of attorneys warranted. It wasn't nearly so bad as when she briefly worked as a prosecutor back in New York, but she couldn't dedicate all her time to the Griffith case.
    Right now she researched the sunrise and sunset times from seven months ago for a different matter and looked for a roofing specialist. The latter was unrelated to work, but no one objected to a little personal research.
    Her phone rang. Her cell phone, not the work land line.
    Wren's heart leaped when she read the caller ID. It was her brother, Hamilton. For one second she considered not answering, if only to show with that small display of defiance that they would need to put out a tiny bit more effort to get her back. If they wanted her back, that was. She hadn't heard from anyone in months and hoped they had somehow gotten over their aversion to her curse. It wasn't like it was her fault.
    She slid the icon on the phone and held it to her ear, "Hello, this is Wren." Perhaps unnecessary to identify herself, but it was a long borne habit at this point.
    "Ah, good," Hamilton didn't bother with a greeting. "Mother was concerned you would not answer."
    "You're my brother." Though he probably couldn't understand emotionally why that would be reason enough. But filial duty made complete sense to the oldest Longwood sibling.
    "Exactly. One moment please." He