pulled up in front of his high-rise condo and parked. She looked at him. “You know you’re my favorite client.”
“I’m your only client.” Mary Jo worked for him exclusively. It had cost several million to get her away from her high-powered law firm, but she had been worth every penny.
“I don’t want to see you in jail,” she said. “You’re scaring me and you know I don’t scare easily.”
“There’s nothing to be scared of.”
She drew in a breath. “Dana’s tough. Tenacious, driven. She’s a lot like you. If she thinks she has something on you, she won’t stop until she gets you. She’s not someone to be taken lightly.”
“She sounds like a worthy adversary.”
“This isn’t a game, Garth,” Mary Jo told him.
He smiled and got out of her car. “Of course it is. Don’t worry—I always come out on top.”
DANA STUDIED THE BLUE fabric of her sofa, not that it interested her, but it seemed far easier to think about slipcovers than deal with the woman sitting across from her. But as the silence ticked on, she was forced to look at her friend.
“It didn’t go well,” Dana admitted, hating to say the words nearly as much as she hated failing. “I took him in and they questioned him for several hours.”
“And?” Izzy prompted anxiously.
“And they got nothing. He was friendly, cooperative and didn’t give up a thing.”
Izzy grinned. “Yes!”
Dana stared at her. “You know this is the man responsible for the explosion that nearly killed you.”
“He’s not,” Izzy insisted, leaning forward in her chair. “He didn’t do it, Dana. I know he didn’t do it.”
“How? Because he told you?”
“Partially. And because Nick believes him.”
Which was the problem, Dana thought, annoyed at the complication. Nick was one of the good guys. He also knew Garth better than anyone.
“I want more,” Dana said stubbornly.
“I want to trust him.”
“Wanting something doesn’t make it so.”
“Neither does denying it.”
“I’ll get him, I swear I will,” Dana grumbled. “I don’t know how, but I’ll come up with something.”
“If he’s guilty,” Izzy said, a warning in her voice, which annoyed Dana. “Only if he’s guilty.”
Izzy was the youngest of the Titan sisters. Lexi, the oldest, had gone through school with Dana, while Skye was a year older than Izzy. They had been raised in wealth and privilege, something Dana refused to hold against them. They were her family. They cared about her and she would do anything for them. Including taking down their half brother.
About nine months earlier, Lexi had encountered some financial difficulties with her day spa. After borrowing money to expand her business, the two-million-dollar note had been called, giving her only twenty-one days to come up with the amount owed. A few weeks later, Skye’s charitable foundation had been accused of money laundering. Their father had faced trouble, as well. His racehorses had tested positive for doping. Through the spring and summer, the situation had only gotten worse, ending with an explosion on the oil platform where Izzy worked. She’d been temporarily blinded by the blast.
The person behind all of it? An angry Garth Duncan.
Dana didn’t care if he went after Jed—the old man had been especially cruel to Garth—but the sisters were off-limits. Not that Garth saw it that way.
“I wish I could arrest him,” Dana said, knowing that putting handcuffs on Garth would make her one happy camper. “Or shoot him.”
“Hey.” Izzy glared at her. “You’re talking about my brother. I know he did a lot of bad stuff, but he swears he had nothing to do with the explosion and I believe him.”
It wasn’t Izzy’s fault, Dana told herself. Izzy had been raised isolated from the real world. She didn’t believe people could be truly bad. Although Dana’s gut kind of agreed with her, which only pissed her off more. She didn’t want shades of gray where Garth was concerned.
“You rich people do love to hang together,” Dana muttered.
“I’m not rich.”
“You will be as soon as your trust fund comes through.” She leaned back on the sofa and closed her eyes. “I’m surrounded by rich people. How did that happen?”
“You love us,” Izzy reminded her.
“True enough. You and your sisters are my best friends, which only goes to show what an incredibly understanding person I am.”
Izzy laughed. “So was Garth surprised to see you?”
Dana opened her eyes and straightened. Better to deal with Izzy than remember Garth naked and dripping. “He handled the situation well.”
Better than well. He’d been completely comfortable, not the least bit intimidated and almost…well, nearly…charming.
What was up with that? She didn’t find men charming, certainly not men like him. He was an annoying, egotistical, determined bastard who had hurt the people she loved. Not charming. Never charming.
There was a knock at her front door.
She jumped up, grateful for the interruption, and crossed the small room. After flipping both locks, she let Lexi and Skye into her condo.
“It’s actually cold out there,” Skye said as she slipped off a light jacket. “I’m so ready for winter.”
Dana grinned. “It’s sixty-five.”
Lexi rested her hand on her pregnancy bump. “Speaking as someone who is starting to swell professionally, I’m all for cooler weather.” She grabbed Dana’s arm. “Did you get him? Is he in jail, becoming Bubba’s love slave?”
“No. He was questioned and released.”
“Damn.”
“It’s fine,” Izzy said, standing and hugging both her sisters. “I promise. Look, you need to sit down. There’s something I have to tell you.”
Both Skye and Lexi turned to Dana. “What has she done now?” Skye asked.
Dana held up her hands. “This is not my party. I’m simply a neutral location. But you might want to take a deep breath. It’s going to be quite the ride.”
Lexi and Skye exchanged wary looks before sitting on the sofa. Dana stayed by the door, thinking Izzy’s announcement was going to cause
