Redeemed (The Dark Redemption Series Book 2) (20 page)

"All right, how about tomorrow? I can get the subpoena for the video ready, and my Notice of Appearance and Motion for Discovery typed up to file it with the clerk while we're there."

Yesterday I was terrified of the man, but after watching him toss his cookies in fear, he doesn't seem quite as scary. I think hearing the possible consequences of a conviction will likely have him on his best behavior from now on.

"Sure. On one condition, though - I get to drive," he says with a smirk.

"Fine. That way I can get some work done. I'll put a call into pretrial services to get authorization for you to travel..."

A knock on my office door interrupts me mid-sentence.

"Come in," I grit out, wondering which jackass is checking up on me now.

"Page?" Jamie asks from the doorway.

"Hey, what's up?" I ask our receptionist, glad it's not another snickering attorney.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Elliott wanted me to catch you before you left," she starts, then drops her eyes to the post-it in her hand.

"Let me guess, he has to cancel lunch?" I ask, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest in annoyance at the man, not the messenger.

"Yes. He apologized and said he would make it up to you tonight," she says reading from the post-it note in her hand.

I groan, already hearing how he'll "make it up" to me by talking nonstop about whatever budget plan or new piece of legislation they'd worked on today. How important his job is, how wonderful he is, blah, blah, blah.

"Thanks, Jamie," I tell her as she backs out of the office and suddenly covers her nose and mouth. That reminds me. "Oh, and, Jamie? Can you have someone from housekeeping come grab my trash for me?" I ask, and she nods quickly before pulling the door shut.

"Sorry about your trash can," Malone murmurs. I swear he almost sounded embarrassed with his eyes were cast down to the floor.

"Don't worry about it." I shrug it off.

"Friend stand you up?" he asks.

"Fiancé, and yes. Not the first time and won't be the last." Self-centered prick. Why make plans if three out of four times they get canceled? Why not just say, "
Hey, I'll call you if I get free
?"

"You're not wearing a ring," he says, interrupting my internal ranting.

"Um, excuse me?" I ask.

"A ring," he repeats, holding up his hand and pointing to where the circular piece of jewelry would go.

"Oh, well, we just sort of, you know…agreed to get married. It wasn't like he went down on one knee or made a big scene."

"Sounds like a really romantic guy." He snorts with a shake of his head and his trademark smirk.

"And you think you're what, a regular Casanova?" I scoff. The guy who chokes and rapes women wants to be critical of
my
love life?

He shrugs in response. "Maybe not, but if a beautiful woman actually agreed to marry my dumb-ass, I wouldn't skimp on a ring. I'd want everyone to know she's taken and that she's mine."

Was that a compliment or just a general statement? Either way, it doesn't matter.

"Our relationship is not a bunch of hearts and flower nonsense." Because that would require an actual effort on Elliott's behalf. "It's basically a…realistic partnership."      

"What, like a business deal?" he asks.

"Actually, yes."

He shakes his head. "That's weird."

"Weird? What's weird about marrying someone you're compatible with?"

He shrugs again. "Whatever. Marriage is a waste anyway," he says, standing up to go. "What time do you want to leave tomorrow?"

"Um, how about ten?" I suggest.

"See you then," he replies over his shoulder. I watch as the man strolls out the door of my office with so much sexy swagger it should be illegal.

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