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Chapter 1

Lucy

Itheels Or choose the lower ones

Fresh from another courtroom win, I step into the crowded elevator I hide my wince, courtesy of swollen feet stuffed in my boss-bitch stilettos—the ones I use to assert my seniority, stature, and overall dominance in the courtroom and, more importantly, within my father’s firm

I nearly wince again when I see Jeffrey’s on this ride

He glances at aze with a torrey eyes

It’s not his

We broke up six months before I had the very out-of-character sexcapade in DC that resulted in ed state

“Lucy,” he says It’s a stateht years asted together

I bite back a sigh “Jeffrey”

Thankfully, there are four other people in the elevator, so I snap into position beside him to stare at the doors as the elevator moves upward

“How’s your dad?”

Oh, jeez Were we really going to do this?

“Salance his way

“I’m sorry”

“Yes Well, it is what it is”

I face unfriendly counsel daily—in my firm and opposite me in the courtroom I can handle another elevator ride with my ex But the mixture of pity and remorse in Jeffrey’s stare makesbutton above ht and hot

But, then, I inant would be unbearable

Still, I wish he’d work through his e belly the source of some internal conflict I assume he wonders what it would be like if it were his Oron my own because he would never commit

The fact is, I’ve gone on without him

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