THE HOT lawyer's

Part 15

Jennie

Lisa and I were seated in a corner booth of the restaurant, separate from the other occupied tables, the space giving us some privacy. Tall glasses of orange juice were in front of us along with mugs filled to the brim with coffee.

I stared at the menu, groaning at what I was going to get, even though there was no question in my mind. I just wanted to draw out this meal for as long as I could.

It didn't matter that I had a full day of unpacking ahead of me, that we'd just spent the last hour tumbling around in my bed. Time was something Lisa wouldn't normally give me. Now that she was, I was soaking in every second.

I quickly scanned the pancake descriptions, deciding which one sounded the best, and I glanced up from my menu. "Tell me ... why law?"

She looked up. "Where did that come from?"

I shrugged. "Just curious."

She moved her menu aside and surrounded her juice with both hands. "My parents are lawyers, and it was embedded in our heads from the moment we first started talking. Chan, Ten, and I have always been expected to take over the firm."

"So, would you call it a passion or a requirement?"

The small laugh told me she liked the question.

"Both." She glanced at the window beside us and back to me. "Law was the language I grew up speaking, and it's all I knew. When you're around something so much, it either becomes a significant part of you or you eventually despise it."

"And you fell in love." Her eyes revealed so much. "I can tell."

"It wasn't necessarily the job I fell for; it was the type of law. The three of us focus on our own fields—that was the deal we set before joining the firm." She took a drink. "Chan works in estate planning, and that's a fucking snore to me. Ten concentrates on real estate and mergers, and I have no interest in that either. I like the thrill or large-scale contracts, the negotiation and banter that goes back and forth, winning massive paydays for my clients."

I traced my thumb across the condensation on the juice glass. "At least your parents recognized that you were all so different and allowed you to find your specialty and bring those to their company. What type of law are your parents into?"

"Family law. They're surrounded by divorce all goddamn day." She huffed. "Once I passed the bar, I began building my team, and each of my brothers did the same."

"Have you always worked with Bobby?"

"We went to law school together."

My brows rose, as I was surprised to hear this. "He's an attorney?"

"That's what makes him such a good agent. He understands the legal parameters, which most agents don't. You combine that with his fearlessness, and he's unstoppable. That man isn't afraid of a fucking thing."

"Are you?"

She laughed again, the sound completely different this time. "Not when it comes to work. I blast right through every boundary in my way, and I believe everything should test me, so challenges are more like games." A small smile was now on her lips. "Most would probably say I fear personal commitments."

My heart clutched, as I knew this was about to get interesting.

"Because you've been hurt?"

"Do you think I'd let that happen?" She paused to take another drink. "When I was growing up, my parents didn't chat about the weather at the dinner table; they talked about the nastiness brewing between the husbands or wives and their clients, the kids who were going to get shuttled between homes, the assets that were getting divided. I came out of the womb with armor on."