Then they were gone, the door closing with a rattle of glass in the wooden frame. Alice stared at the murky window, feeling shaken and angry. Though more than that, she felt a needling desire to take the case.
But to take on a man whose disreputable lifestyle could very easily have led him to commit such a crime? And even if he didn’t, no court in the land would believe it.
No, she wasn’t that foolish.
She pressed her hand against her heart. It raced inside her chest as Lucas Hawthorne’s blue eyes flashed in her mind—the way he had looked at her, really looked for those few moments when he first entered the room, seeing her as no one else ever did.
What did he see, she wanted to ask.
Shaking her head, she scoffed at her thoughts. She wasn’t going to ask Lucas Hawthorne anything, not about what he saw… or about what he had done. Her decision was made. She wouldn’t see him again. Case closed. End of story.
If only it had ended there.
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