athlete and the key figure in three of the school’s biggest sports—football, basketball and track. In order to participate in these sports he had to maintain a C average. Unfortunately Earl had a learning disability and had never mastered reading skills. Although he’d graduated from high school and been awarded a full scholarship, he was functionally illiterate.
Evan explained that the school district had pressured Earl’s teachers, and they’d been forced to give him passing grades. After he graduated from high school, he went on to college, but a severe knee injury suffered during football training camp ended his career. And within the first two months of school, Earl flunked out.
“That’s so unfair,” Jessica said when Evan finished. If Damian was concerned about his brother, she thought, then giving Evan this groundbreaking case was sure to take his mind off other things. It would give Evan purpose, a reason to come to work in the morning, the necessary incentive to look past his personal problems.
“There’ve been a number of similar suits filed in other parts of the country,” Evan continued. “I’m going to need you to do extensive research on the outcome of the cases previously tried.”
“I’ll be happy to help in any way I can.”
Evan grinned. “I knew I could count on you.”
So this was the real reason for their lunch. The case clearly meant a good deal to Evan, and consequently to Jessica. She was grateful for the opportunity to prove herself.
By the time they returned to the office, their lunch hour had stretched to three. It seemed everyone in the office was staring at them, and Jessica felt decidedly uncomfortable.
She walked directly to her desk, keeping her face averted when she passed Damian’s office. His door was open, and when he saw her walk by he stood up, called her name and then glanced pointedly at his watch. It was all Jessica could do not to tell him it had been a business lunch.
Damian had made it painfully clear that he expected her to do her job. He wasn’t paying her to romance his brother during three-hour lunches, and Jessica didn’t want him to have that impression. She longed to explain, but she’d look ridiculous doing so in front of Evan. The only thing she could do was stay late that evening in an effort to make up for the time spent over lunch.
Although it was after seven when she started out of the office, a number of others were still there. With her sweater draped over her arm, she was walking down the corridor when Damian stopped her.
“Jessica.”
“Hello, Damian,” she said. He was standing just outside his office.
He crossed his arms and asked, “How’d your lunch with my brother go?”
“Very well, but …”
“Yes?” he prompted when she didn’t immediately finish.
“I want you to know it was a working lunch,” she said, rushing the words in her eagerness to explain. “We discussed the Earl Kress case. I didn’t want you to think we’d spent three hours socializing.”
“It wouldn’t have mattered.”
“But it does!” she insisted fervently. “The lawsuit was the reason Evan asked me out. He wasn’t interested in renewing an old friendship.”
Damian’s frown was thoughtful. “Did he seem pleased with the assignment?”
“Very much so.” Jessica recalled Mrs. Sterling’s saying that “things just haven’t been the same around here for quite a while,” implying Evan hadn’t been the same. She wondered if Damian realized the extent of his brother’s unhappiness.
Damian smiled; Jessica had the feeling he didn’t do that often, which was a shame. The grooves in his cheeks and the sparkle in his gray eyes were very attractive. “I thought he might need a change of pace. Did you two have a chance to talk about old times?”
This was a casual way of asking if she’d been aware of the changes in his brother, Jessica guessed. “A little. Evan really was hurt, wasn’t he?”
Damian nodded. “Generally he disguises it, but I wondered if you’d detect the changes in him.”
“I couldn’t help noticing.” She’d seen it almost from the first moment. Even though she hadn’t spoken to Evan for years she could see how hard he was struggling to hide his misery. No wonder his parents and brother were so concerned.
Damian glanced at his watch and arched his brows. “It’s late. We’ll talk again some other time. Good night, Jessica.”
“Good night, Damian.”
As she waited for a train in the subway station, Jessica at last understood what Damian had meant when he’d told her that everyone needed to be looked at with wide worshipful eyes sometimes. It made perfect sense now that she thought about it. Damian still viewed her as that teenage girl infatuated with his younger brother. If ever there was a time Evan needed a woman to idolize him, it was now. She’d been hired, not for her legal skills, but to help his brother forget the woman he’d loved and lost. Damian was hoping she’d heal Evan’s pain.
The following morning around ten, Evan breezed into the office and presented Jessica with a dozen bloodred roses. Their perfume filled the room.
Jessica was speechless. “For me?” The flowers took her completely by surprise. Mrs. Sterling, too, from the look the personal assistant cast her.
“I need a favor,” Evan said, leaning against the edge of her desk, his face inches from her own.
“Of course.” She was holding the flowers against her like a beauty queen, inhaling their heavenly scent.
Evan reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a folded sheet of yellow paper. “I need you to do some last-minute research for me.”
“Of course,” she repeated.
“There’re some statutes I need you to look up and report back on as soon as possible. This stuff is as dry as old bones—I’m sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Jessica looked at the items Evan wanted her to research and her heart sank at the number. “How soon do you need this?”
“Yesterday,” was his frank reply.
Mrs. Sterling made a small tsk-tsk sound in the background, which made Jessica smile. Evan’s eyes twinkled and he whispered, “There’s nothing worse than a woman who can’t let ‘I told you so’ pass. Remember that, Jessica.”
“I will,” she said with a small laugh. “I’d better get started. I’ll have the information for you before I leave tonight.”
“Good girl.”
Mrs. Sterling produced a vase for the roses, and after setting them on the edge of her desk Jessica got down to work. She ensconced herself in the library and kept at her research straight through the lunch hour. She didn’t notice the time until after three, when her stomach rumbled in protest. Even then she didn’t take the time to sit down to eat, but grabbed an apple and munched on it while she continued to search for the required data.
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