A Breath Away
"WHERE'S MY PILE of money?"
Pissed off after an excruciatingly frustrating morning at the Atlanta airport, Jade Broussard glared at her cousin across his desk.
Rising from his black leather chair, Lucas grinned—the man was too charming for his own good. "Did I mention money?"
"A pile."
"Mmm. I suppose I did." He extended his arm toward one of the plush chairs in front of his desk. "You look ex-hausted. Coffee?"
Jade shook her head and instead prowled the room. His sleek yet posh office with its stunning view of Midtown was impres-sive. But then, she expected nothing less from Lucas. Everything he touched turned to gold, even though these days he was doing more pro bono work than litigating multi-million-dollar cases.
Instead of contemplating his attack of conscience, she recalled the phone conversation they'd had the night before.
"What do I have to do for this pile of money?"
"What you usually do—provide protection, investigate the crime."
"The police investigate crimes," she'd said, though he had her attention, a fact he no doubt realized. "Just come. Please."
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