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a growl. “He’d checked off all the boys’ names, so he decided he could leave.”

      “Didn’t he realize Sarah was there?”

      Keller shrugged. “You’ll have to ask him that. I sure as hell did.”

      “Right.” Matthew got up from the table. “I’m going to grab a coffee. Changed your mind, Wally?”

      The man hesitated, then nodded. Matthew left the room. This would give Jane an opportunity to question Wally without appearing to interrupt him. When he returned, Walter was in the middle of an answer.

      “We were settling in okay before this happened.” He accepted the coffee with a faint thanks.

      Good. She was filling in some of the background info. Matthew sat back in his chair and let Jane continue. She asked their client about his job and how the kids felt about the move. When she was done, Matthew had some more questions about Sarah. Over an hour passed before the meeting was finally concluded.

      Together he and Jane escorted Keller to the elevator. Just before he got on, Wally turned to him.

      “Thanks for helping me out, Matt. Three nights ago I met with the board of the soccer association. I could see the doubt on their faces when I told them I was resigning and why. Half of them have already decided that I’m guilty. But I’m not.” He stared Matthew straight in the eyes, his expression sincere and earnest.

      Then the elevator arrived and he left.

      “Do you believe him?” Jane asked quietly.

      “Yeah. I think I do.”

      Jane gave him a skeptical glance before sinking back against the paneled wall with only partly feigned exhaustion. “That was tough.”

      Emotionally, yes, it had been. But Matthew’s adrenaline was flowing. He hadn’t felt so up for a new case in a long time. He didn’t kid himself why.

      It was great working with Jane again.

      “Want to go for a drink?”

      She looked surprised, but her voice was collected. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

      “I’m not married anymore, Jane. I believe it’s allowed.”

       Chapter Four

      SULLY’S TAVERN WAS A HALF flight of stairs below street level, just off Bushnell Park, and though it was a favorite haunt of trial lawyers, Jane hadn’t been there for over a year. She felt Matthew’s hand at the small of her back as she descended into the familiar, dimly lit haven. Matt guided her to one of the booths and her black skirt slid smoothly over the leather seat.

      The music playing in the background was too subtle for her to place. She glanced around. Fewer than half the seats around them were occupied. She tented her hands on the clean, cool tabletop and waited until Matt was seated, too.

      “It’s so quiet,” she said.

      “Yeah. It’s weird to be here on a Monday.”

      In the past they’d frequented Sully’s at the end of the work week. A bunch of them would gather here from Brandstrom and Norton—not just the partners but all the lawyers, and some admin staff, too. On Fridays the tavern was packed, the music loud and raunchy.

      “It feels like a different place.”

      “Too quiet?” Matt half rose. “We could go somewhere else.”

      “This is fine.” The truth was she would feel uncomfortable wherever they went, because she hadn’t been in a social situation with him for a very long time.

      She’d avoided Sully’s this past year in order to avoid him. In her heart she knew the reasons for his divorce had nothing to do with her. Yet, her conscience demanded that she keep her distance while he was going through the process of ending his marriage. Just knowing how she felt about him—and that her feelings had the potential to become much deeper if she let them—had been reason enough.

      A server came and they placed their orders. Jane’s emotions steadied now that she had a drink in her hands. She swirled the glass and watched the ice cubes jostle in the translucent amber liquid.

      Sometimes, when she was playing dangerous “what-if” games with herself, she wondered what would have happened if she and Matt had met each other much earlier—before Gillian. Jane was pretty sure he found her attractive. And she knew he liked her. So was she crazy to believe they might have ended up together?

      Yes. She had only to recall the two failed relationships in her past for her answer.

      “You’re avoiding eye contact.” Matthew sounded amused.

      She lifted her head, glad he couldn’t possibly be aware of what she’d been fantasizing about. She tried to keep meeting his gaze, but eventually, she had to blink. The blue of his eyes was such a piercing shade. “You should be a judge. You would be impossible to lie to.”

      “Is that what you’re planning to do?”

      She smiled. “No. But admit it. Being alone like this. It must seem as strange to you as it does to me.”

      All amusement drained from his expression. “I don’t want it to feel that way, Jane. I want us to be able to work together. To be friends.”

      She swallowed. It didn’t sound like much. Yet it was. “It’s difficult not to remember the last time we were…”

      Matt’s expression turned grim. He finished her sentence for her. “The last time we were alone in a public place together?”

      “Yes.”

      “I’m so sorry about that, Jane. I can’t tell you how sorry.”

      His regret was deeply sincere, and it only made her respect him more. The scene hadn’t been his fault. It hadn’t been either of their faults. On the afternoon of their fateful lunch together, they’d been discussing business, a case that was before the court, when Gillian Gray had found them.

      Jane could still picture the surprise on Matthew’s face. The gallant way he had immediately stood, reaching for a third chair so his wife could join them.

      In those first seconds he hadn’t noticed Gillian’s fury. But Jane had. Because it had been directed at her.

      “What are you doing with my husband?”

      Nothing, Jane had been about to say. But before she could utter a word, Gillian Gray had grabbed a goblet from the table and hurled the white wine it contained into Jane’s face.

      She would never forget the shock. The intense humiliation.

      “Madam.” A server had been at her elbow almost immediately, leading her to the women’s washroom.

      Behind her, she’d heard Matthew speaking to his wife. “Are you crazy?”

      Not the right words to appease. Gillian had raged at him; she’d really let him have it. At the door to the ladies’ room, Jane had paused, unable to stop listening until Gillian—finally out of foul words and insane accusations—turned on her heel and marched out of the restaurant.

      From across the room Jane had met Matthew’s gaze. She’d seen the abject apology in his eyes before he’d raced after his wife.

      All of that would have been terrible enough. But Eve Brandstrom and two other lawyers from the firm had witnessed the entire debacle. Jane still didn’t believe Eve had said anything to anyone else.

      But the other lawyers hadn’t been so discreet, and soon the story was circulating Brandstrom and Norton. Jane couldn’t go anywhere without being confronted with the speculation and curiosity in her coworkers’ eyes.

      She had reacted by keeping her mouth shut and avoiding Matthew as much as possible. Since he’d done the same, it wasn’t difficult.

      Now

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