Eleanor
Nathan West didn’t need that luck I gave him after all. He killed the session, made the defendant look like a fool, made him know who was boss.
I wasn’t even kidding, and I had to wonder just why he had thought he needed the luck in the first place.
Even hours later, as the taxi slowed to a stop in front of Lara’s apartment building, I found myself smiling at the memory. The way he had handled himself in that courtroom… calm, precise, completely in control… was almost unfair. It was like watching a master at work, and while I had expected him to be good, I hadn’t expected him to be that good. The kind of good that made even the most seasoned attorneys falter under his scrutiny, that had the entire courtroom hanging onto his every word.
I pulled out a few bills from my purse, h
