Courting Trouble
Chapter One
Anne Murphy barreled through the bustling lobby of the William Green
Federal Courthouse, her long, auburn hair flying. She was about to
do something crazy in court and couldn't wait to get upstairs. If
she won, she'd be a hero. If she lost, she'd go to jail. Anne didn't
think twice about the if-she-lost part. She was a redhead, which is
a blonde with poor impulse control.
"Ms. Murphy, Ms. Murphy, just one question!" a reporter shouted,
dogging her heels, but Anne charged ahead, trying to ditch him in
the crowd.
Federal employees, lawyers, and jurors crisscrossed the lobby to the
exits, hurrying home to start the Fourth of July weekend, but heads
turned at the sight of the stunning young woman. Anne had wide-set
eyes of willow-green, a straight nose dusted with freckles, and a
largish mouth, glossy with an artful swipe of raisiny lipstick. Very
female curves filled out a suit of cream-colored silk, and her long,
lean legs tapered to fine ankles, ending in impractical Manolo
Blahnik heels. Anne looked like a model, but given her past didn't
even think of herself as pretty. None of us outgrows the kid in the
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