Reaching the top of the courthouse steps, Marshall brusquely entered, finding, much to his surprise, his client, Sherilyn Ross, waiting for him. This was certainly a first; this sassy-assed, sassy mouthed woman was the worst affliction he’d had in some months. Of course she was very pretty, her curvaceous body always smartly dressed in some bold-colored outfit. Her red hair almost glowed, especially with the unkempt way she fixed it, as though she was a walking advertisement for recklessness. There was a dash of freckles across her nose and a pair of green eyes that sparkled happily. It took at lot to intimidate this woman, and that had been part of Marshall’s task. It was absolutely necessary that she appreciate the seriousness of the charges against her, but in spite of the lectures
