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"Gabby?" Jay’s voice, sounding genuinely worried

Without looking back, Gabby snapped, "I’m on the phone, Jay; I have my headset on"

"Oh Sorry" Relief evident in his voice

"Truly, Irish, I vow you lieives me pause, otten myself mixed up with"

"Oooh, how dare you act like I’et to unload even the teeniest piece of her , she tossed the Yellow Pages aside (not un now that he was forewarned; besides, she doubted she had the sto that looked so hu to dispose of the body Though no one else could see it, she could hardly leave its body lying about in her house or office--eew) and pulled out the Desny case She et as much work done as possible, because she knew Adam Black would be back

Must be nice, she seethed, to just be able to "pop out" whenever you didn’t feel like continuing a conversation She knew a lot of ht ar on her computer, she s got really bad, she’d force herself to find the stomach to do what she had to do (That she didn’t already consider things "really bad" should have set off more than a few alar the file, she prepared to refresh herself with the case And froze, blinking down at fully coht and just been so tired she’d forgotten?

No way She wasn’t that good when she was tired She peered It wasn’t even her handwriting She had terrible pen, bold, flowing

Arrogant, actually, if pen indecisive about this slanted, self-assured script Frowning, she began to read

A few"I don’t freaking believe it" beneath her breath

It figured that when she actually wanted to see hi her wonder what dastardly deeds he was up to The office was eht behind her, so close he was practically on top of her, carrying bags from--oh, God, no--she briefly closed her eyes, please no

The Maisonette Five-star dining, no less

But Gabby had prepared herself this tihout the entire day (no hardship there), just tohe ht offer

Still, the Maisonette? Grr She shook her head brusquely and refused to even look at the bags, refused to wonder what scrumptious stolen delicacies lurked therein

She s on her desk, she grabbed a thick, rubber-banded accordion file and threw it at hi him smack in the chest "How?" she de the file, he placed it gently on her desk

"How did you do ed, one powerful shoulder rippling "I don’t need asht you personally wrote the contentions for seven of my cases?"

"Nine Then I realized two of them weren’t yours, so I discarded theue liability?"

"Oh, please" He sounded highly insulted "I’ve been alive for thousands of years and watching humans for most of it I read a few of your other cases It was easy to pattern the but yourselves I, and backed it up hatever evidence I could twist to support h She did Tried hard But he’d gotten his subtle little dig in with such a perfectly bland expression, and had so thoroughly su personal injury cases, after only a few hours of working on them, that she couldn’t help it A little snort escaped her And it turned into a laugh And sheexcept a slow slittered He stalked toward her, caught her by the waist with his big hands, and stared down at her