Description : Two's a Couple, Three's the Law
Why do I always end up with the craziest cases and clients?
A prime example—and I meant prime, as in one hundred percent, hunky male sprinkled with way too much sexy—sat across from me.
“Let me get this straight, you’ve been charged with—” I peered down at the werewolf’s file, not because I couldn’t remember the charges but because I couldn’t hold his stare while reciting the ridiculous claims. “Digging holes in your neighbor’s yard. Howling after eleven and peeing on her roses.” I raised my gaze and had it snagged by my client’s chocolatey eyes. I should mention that when I said chocolate, I didn’t mean the cheap stuff you could purchase at the local 7-Eleven stuffed with peanuts and caramel. I was talking about sinful, melt-in-your-mouth, quality mocha that could almost replace an orgasm it tasted so damned good. Although, given Mr. Cavanaugh’s stellar good looks, rockin’ bod and general able vibe, I imagined sex with him might prove even more enjoyable than the best chocolate available on the market. Not that I intended to find out in person. Good lawyers didn’t screw their clients—until they’d won their case at least and gotten paid. Contrary to popular belief, we did have some morals.
Disturbed at the direction of my thoughts, I mentally kicked my mind out of the gutter. “Are any of these claims true?”
“Yup,” he replied in a rough...