So Lindsey wanted to play this week.
Did she look thinner? It had been hours since he’d last seen Darla, but... did she? Lindsey moved the chair to her bedside. “How are you feeling?”
She just stared at him.
He laughed. A prodigy at court, known for paving his clients’ way out of well-deserved jail time, and here he was, still shaky from last night’s move, asking stupid questions. “Right. I’m supposed to fix that.”
Darla said nothing, but scooted back.
Relieved, Lindsey moved to lie beside her. “Soon,” he promised, catching the sound of her breath against his hair.
It had been worth it.
It had.
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She just stared at him.
He laughed. A prodigy at court, known for paving his clients’ way out of well-deserved jail time, and here he was, still shaky from last night’s move, asking stupid questions. “Right. I’m supposed to fix that.”
Darla said nothing, but scooted back.
Relieved, Lindsey moved to lie beside her. “Soon,” he promised, catching the sound of her breath against his hair.
It had been worth it.
It had.
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