“Fixing your fuck-up?” Arash asked, his brown eyes bright with silent laughter. How are you fixing this?” my husband challenged, looking daggers at his friend over the rim of his wineglass. “Ha!” Then I saw the way Gideon glared at Arash and my brows went up. “I think he’s jealous you like me so much.” “What the hell do you think I’m paying him so much to do? Fuck up?” He put everyone at ease, then let them do the talking while he figured out his best angle of attack.
The attorney was charismatic and disarming, as well as humble when it served his purposes. “I’m thanking him for doing his job well,” I countered, still impressed by the way Arash worked. He poured the dark red wine into three glasses. “Don’t thank him for doing his job,” Gideon muttered. “I bet you don’t step into courtrooms all that often, but I want to be there the next time you do. I scooped up all the mugs and moved them to the sink. “I was planning on doing that tonight-with a very hot blonde, I might add-until I got your call.” Arash pulled out one of the island bar stools and sat. “If that’s your idea of entertainment, you need to get out more.”
Gideon shot him a look as he deftly opened a bottle of malbec. “Well, that was fun,” Arash said an hour later, after showing the officers out to the elevator. Lucas also filed a complaint against you.” His hand swept down my back, his eyes on the officers and Arash. “Would you like some black coffee instead?” I looked up at my husband, watching as he drank from my mug.