Chapter 33
Sophia stiffened and rose from the floor with the boxes in her hand. She didn’t face him, but she could feel his uneasiness. She took her time putting the boxes on the square ottoman and picked up her glass, refilling it, and drinking a steady gulp. “You are not my client.”
“Let’s make an exercise, Counselor,” he said, watching as she breathed deep, her ribcage expanding.
“Are you serious?” she asked astonished. This game is ridiculous, Alistair Connor, and I know quite well its rules.
“Aye,” he answered. “Me, myself, and I is your defendant.”
“Me, myself, and I,” she repeated, in a whisper, studying his face intently, her forehead creased. I know exactly what you’re looking for. But I’m not game for condemning someone without a cause. She gazed into his eyes, in the way sh
