no one other than her family and her supervisor at work even knew about the courses she was taking. “Med school,” she admitted.
“Impressive.”
“Have you requested the transcript from Joe’s trial yet?” she asked, determined to move the focus of their conversation back to her brother’s case.
“I left a message for the court reporter today, but she hasn’t got back to me yet.”
“Oh.” Alicia wasn’t really surprised, but she was disappointed.
“And I talked to Jordan,” he continued. “He’s going to get your brother to sign a release so he can give me copies of everything in his file. Then, when I know what evidence the court had, the names of the witnesses who testified and what they said, as well as everything your brother told his attorney, I’ll be able to determine the best direction for my investigation.”
She had been one of those witnesses, and she cringed at the memory of her appearance in court. She’d blamed Joe for not taking the stand, but she’d realized—after the fact—that she’d made as big a mistake in choosing to testify. And when Scott read the transcript, he would know how badly she’d screwed up.
She was relieved when he turned onto Greenleaf Drive, as anxious to abandon the topic of the trial as conversation about med school. “It’s the fourth house on the right.”
She saw his eyebrows rise as he pulled into the driveway and noticed the plastic menagerie that lived in the front flower bed: the trio of faded pink flamingos, the banjo-strumming frog and flute-playing pig, and the cow wearing denim overalls and a straw hat.
“Interesting decorations,” he said.
“Thanks.” He hadn’t turned off the engine, and she guessed that it was his intention to make a quick getaway. While there was a part of her that urged her to let him go, acknowledging that she’d intruded on his time enough already, there was another part—indoctrinated by her mother—that insisted she offer him a meal in appreciation of his trouble. “You’ll stay for dinner, won’t you?”
Before he could respond, she was out of the car and halfway across the front yard toward the neighbor’s house.
“I just need to get Joey and Lia,” she called over her shoulder to him when she heard the engine finally shut off. “They’re next door with Mrs. Harbison. Then I’ll be right back to get dinner started.”
Scott had no intention of staying.
Although he appreciated the invitation—and he was more than tempted by the prospect of an actual home-cooked meal—he needed to remember that Alicia was a client. And sharing dinner with a client, when that client was a beautiful woman who stirred desires too long dormant, was dangerous—even with two children as chaperones.
Two children who were obviously surprised and none too pleased by his presence.
“Lia and Joey,” Alicia told him, indicating her niece and nephew in turn. Then, to the kids, “This is Mr. Logan.”
“So?” the boy asked.
Alicia’s gaze narrowed on him. “So say hello.”
“Hi,” he muttered with obvious reluctance after another moment’s pause.
“Hi,” Scott said back, still wondering how to extricate himself from this awkward situation as Alicia opened a side door and led the way into the kitchen.
The little girl followed her aunt but kept her eyes—as dark and beautiful as Alicia’s despite being redrimmed from crying—on him.
“You were late,” she finally said accusingly.
“I was late,” Alicia corrected her, laying her hand on the refrigerator door to keep it closed when she saw her nephew reaching for the handle.
“I’m going to start dinner now,” she told Joey. “And I know you had a snack at Mrs. H.’s, so you can wait twenty minutes to eat a proper meal.”
Then, without missing a beat, she returned to the conversation she was having with her niece. “And I would have been even later if Mr. Logan hadn’t given me a ride home.”
But Lia clearly wasn’t placated by this explanation. “You promised to be here when I got home from school.”
“I know I did, but I had a flat tire on my car. And you know that if you ever get home and no one’s here, you’re supposed to go to Mrs. H.’s—just like you did today.”
“But you promised.” The little girl’s eyes filled with tears again.
And Scott, who had almost no experience with kids and even less with female tears, felt for the child who had obviously dealt with too many broken promises of late.
“I’m sorry,” Alicia said, immediately followed by, “Joey, come back here,” to the boy who had snuck out of the room when he thought she wasn’t looking.
“Okay,” Lia responded, more than willing to forgive now that her feelings had been acknowledged.
Scott just stood back and watched Alicia handle the kids, impressed by the effortless way she anticipated their actions and responded to their needs. It occurred to him that this might be the perfect time to make his excuses and effect an escape. But he was afraid she’d call him to task the same way she’d done with her nephew’s attempted defection.
“Any homework tonight?” Alicia asked, stroking a hand over the girl’s hair.
“Math, but Mrs. H. helped me with it.”
“Good, then you can go upstairs to practice the piano.”
“Okay.” And the child skipped off and up the stairs, her earlier displeasure already forgotten.
“What about you?” Alicia asked, turning her attention to the older brother who stood with his arms crossed and a scowl on his face.
“What?” her nephew asked.
“Do you have homework?” she prompted patiently.
The kid shrugged. “Some.”
“Did you do any at Mrs. H.’s?”
“Nah. Me and Randy were playing Nintendo.”
“Then you’d better get to your homework now.”
“But Class of the Titans is on TV.”
“You should have thought of that when you were playing Nintendo with Mrs. Harbison’s grandson instead of doing your homework.”
“Homework’s stupid,” he said.
“No it’s not, but you will be if you don’t do it.”
Joey rolled his eyes as he picked up his backpack and headed into the living room.
“Not in front of the TV,” Alicia told him.
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