It was Friday afternoon when Angela slipped the key into the lock of her office, desperate to cool off. She'd dressed as casual as she dared, a white blouse with a long skirt and matching beige jacket.
She'd have given anything to be in her jean shorts and T-shirt, but the judge would have had a coronary if she'd shown up for court dressed like that.
Of course, he worked all day in an air-conditioned office.
The recent heat wave had taken its toll, and walking out of the cool courtroom into the furnace blast of the parking lot made her long for the winter.
Yeah right, she thought as she walked over to turn on the air-conditioner. Remember that when you're waist-deep in snow and having to shovel out the driveway because you won't let your mother do it.
Call your men over, the evil voic
