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A Kiss Of Shadows :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 4 из 338"Thanks, Jeremy, but you didn't come in here to compliment my clothes."
He walked farther into the room, running manicured fingers along my desk edge. "I've got two women in my office. They want to be clients," he said.
"Want to be? "I said.
He turned, leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest. Mirroring my stance at the windows, either unconsciously, or purposefully, though I didn't know why. "We don't usually do divorce work," Jeremy said.
I gave him wide eyes, pushing away from the windows. "Day one lecture, Jeremy: The Grey Detective Agency never, ever, does divorce work."
"I know, I know," he said. He pushed away from the desk and came to stand beside me, staring out into the fog. He didn't look any happier than I felt.
I leaned back against the glass so I could see his face better. "Why are you breaking your cardinal rule, Jeremy?"
He shook his head without looking at me. "Come meet them, Merry. I trust your judgment. If you say we stay out of it, we'll stay out of it. But I think you'll feel the same way I do."
I touched his shoulder. "And how are you feeling, boss, other than worried?" I ran my hand down his arm, and it made him look at me.
His eyes had gone dark charcoal grey with anger. "Come meet them, Merry. If you're as angry afterward as I am, then we'll nail this bastard."
I gripped his arm. "Jeremy, relax. It's just a divorce case."
"What if I told you it was attempted murder?" His voice was calm. Matter of fact, it didn't match the intensity in his eyes, the vibrating tension in his arm.
I moved back from him. "Attempted murder? What are you talking about?"
"The nastiest death spell that's ever walked into my office."
"The husband is trying to kill her?" I made it a question.
"Someone is, and the wife says it's the husband. The mistress agrees with the wife."
I blinked at him. "Are you saying that the wife and the mistress are in your office?"
He nodded, and even through all the outrage, he smiled.
I smiled back. "Well, that's got to be a first."
He took my hand. "It might be a first even if we did do divorce work," he said. His thumb rubbed back and forth over my knuckles. He was nervous, or he wouldn't be touching me this much. A way to reassure himself, like a touchstone. He raised my hand to his lips and planted a quick kiss on my knuckles. I think he'd noticed what he was doing, that his nerves were showing. He flashed me a white smile, the best caps money could buy, and turned toward the door.
"Answer one question first, Jeremy.
He walked farther into the room, running manicured fingers along my desk edge. "I've got two women in my office. They want to be clients," he said.
"Want to be? "I said.
He turned, leaning against the desk, arms crossed over his chest. Mirroring my stance at the windows, either unconsciously, or purposefully, though I didn't know why. "We don't usually do divorce work," Jeremy said.
I gave him wide eyes, pushing away from the windows. "Day one lecture, Jeremy: The Grey Detective Agency never, ever, does divorce work."
"I know, I know," he said. He pushed away from the desk and came to stand beside me, staring out into the fog. He didn't look any happier than I felt.
I leaned back against the glass so I could see his face better. "Why are you breaking your cardinal rule, Jeremy?"
He shook his head without looking at me. "Come meet them, Merry. I trust your judgment. If you say we stay out of it, we'll stay out of it. But I think you'll feel the same way I do."
I touched his shoulder. "And how are you feeling, boss, other than worried?" I ran my hand down his arm, and it made him look at me.
His eyes had gone dark charcoal grey with anger. "Come meet them, Merry. If you're as angry afterward as I am, then we'll nail this bastard."
I gripped his arm. "Jeremy, relax. It's just a divorce case."
"What if I told you it was attempted murder?" His voice was calm. Matter of fact, it didn't match the intensity in his eyes, the vibrating tension in his arm.
I moved back from him. "Attempted murder? What are you talking about?"
"The nastiest death spell that's ever walked into my office."
"The husband is trying to kill her?" I made it a question.
"Someone is, and the wife says it's the husband. The mistress agrees with the wife."
I blinked at him. "Are you saying that the wife and the mistress are in your office?"
He nodded, and even through all the outrage, he smiled.
I smiled back. "Well, that's got to be a first."
He took my hand. "It might be a first even if we did do divorce work," he said. His thumb rubbed back and forth over my knuckles. He was nervous, or he wouldn't be touching me this much. A way to reassure himself, like a touchstone. He raised my hand to his lips and planted a quick kiss on my knuckles. I think he'd noticed what he was doing, that his nerves were showing. He flashed me a white smile, the best caps money could buy, and turned toward the door.
"Answer one question first, Jeremy.