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It was a long, tiring day. Apparently, every nitpicky plaintiff, whiny defendant, and blowhard attorney in the Midwest had decided to make an appearance in her courtroom today.
Deciding that she deserved a piece of chocolate cake––or two––for dinner before watching a mindless reality television show and falling into bed early, she dug in her black leather Coach handbag for the keys to her condo.
Since she was looking down into the voluminous purse, she didn’t see who was standing in front of her door until she had almost reached the threshold.
“Oh!” She sounded as startled as she felt by Jake’s presence. Deciding to add some delight to the mix, so he wouldn’t think she was disappointed to see him, she beamed at him and said, “Hi.”
“Hi.” His voice sounded deep and smooth as silk. Wh
