Chapter 8
“You don’t have to come,” I felt obliged to say as we jogged down into the subway station together.
My cousin shrugged just as he had every morning. “That’s what she said.”
Apparently Justice was now punnily awake...awake and ready to dive into my business. Because he speared me with that look ten minutes later as the train neared our destination. “Four months. No word from the skinless. And still you’re spinning your wheels.”
“I’m spinning my wheels?” I raised both eyebrows. Sometimes I preferred Justice when he was sleeping. “You’re the one who passed the bar yet shows no signs of setting up a legal practice.”
He shrugged. “So I guess we’re both spinning our wheels. Doesn’t mean you’re any less stuck in the mud.”
Justice was impossible. But I was saved by the subway door
