At the break,
Derek excused himself and fled the preliminary hearing to the windy
marble sun deck at the end of the courthouse corridor. What a disaster. He
needed the refuge of a peaceful view–patchy clouds, hazy mountains, a beautiful
golf course bordered by a thick, green stand of maple and pine.
He
inhaled.
It
made no sense. He recalled their first meeting at Justin's. Carla impressed
him. She was a natural beauty. No makeup. No pretenses. She had a confident,
assertive exterior and a soft, warm center. They spoke into the night,
confiding everything and anything--except work and his personal legal
problems. It was the best he'd felt about a woman in a long time; maybe ever.
How could he have been so wrong? ...
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