least admit you’re tempted,” he murmured.
“More than you know.”
“HELLO?” Nicole said Monday afternoon as she answered the phone. She’d just left work and was looking forward to a little lounging time.
“Nicole? It’s Martin Bashear.”
Her lawyer. “Hi, Martin. How’s it going?”
“Well. I have a few things I want to talk to you about.”
“Am I going to like hearing them?”
“Probably not.”
She mentally braced herself. “Okay. What?”
“We’re at a crossroads with the Jesse situation. We either have to pursue prosecution or let it go.”
“You know what I want.”
“I do, but as your lawyer, it’s my job to give you advice. I’m going to advise you to drop the charges.”
She tightened her grip on the phone. “She stole the family recipe. A world-famous recipe. She baked Keyes chocolate cakes and sold them on the Internet. I can’t let her get away with that.”
“I agree that her behavior was reprehensible.”
That almost made her smile. Martin always talked like he had a stick up his butt. Usually she was the stuffy one in any relationship but with him she was, by comparison, the free spirit.
“She stole, Martin,” she repeated, feeling the outrage swell up inside of her.
It wasn’t enough that Jesse had screwed Drew. No. She had to go and steal the Keyes chocolate cake, too.
“I want her punished.”
“Rightfully so. But, Nicole, consider the consequences. This will be an expensive and drawn-out process. Family drama never plays well in court. Jesse could get the jury’s sympathy vote. We can do our best to paint her as the bad guy, but that doesn’t always work. She lost her parents when she was very young—”
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