The Law of Attraction

“My briefs are in order, unless you feel the need to do a quality check.”

She rolled her eyes for the second time tonight, even though she had a sudden image of doing that very thing. “You’re a big boy. I’m sure you’re quite capable of tossing out your old underwear when necessary.”

“We were talking about underwear?” His grin was teasing and terribly tempting.

She laid a dramatic hand on her chest. “My apologies, Mr. Fortune. I guess I’ve confused you with all of the other male jurists who just love to throw out those clichéd legal pickup lines.”

“You mean things like ‘Let’s engage in a little discovery’? ‘I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours’?”

“Yes, but we can’t forget my personal favorite—‘Let’s go back to my place and study the penal code.’”

He took a step toward her. “How about ‘I have no statute of limitations when it comes to making you feel good’?”

From the deep, compelling tone of his voice Alisha inherently knew he was telling the truth. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

“That’s because I just made it up. I can be pretty quick on my feet.”

She was surprised her feet were still holding her up. “Very creative, Counselor. And to quote another cliché, I don’t want to end up as another notch on your bedpost.”

He sighed, a rough one. “Why is it that women always think men have ulterior motives?”

“Probably because they do.”

“Believe it or not, my reasons for inviting you over don’t have anything to do with sex.” He rubbed a hand over his nape. “What if I told you that I could just use a friend?”

She could tell him she related to that on a very personal level. “I’m sure you have plenty of friends.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to know who your friends are in this business.”

How true, Alisha thought. “I’m not sure we can really be friends.”

“Sure we can.” He moved a little closer. “We can have a friendly conversation, like we’ve been doing since the first time we met.”

“Friendly? You call telling me my car was a piece of junk when I asked you about a mechanic the other day friendly?”

“And then you told me in explicit detail where I could drive it.”

“True, but you deserved it.”

Daniel shrugged. “I think you take everything too seriously.”

“And you don’t?”

“Yeah, most of the time, but not around you. Beats the hell out of me why you bring out that side of me.”

Exactly what Joe had said earlier. “That’s because I’m not like most women you know. I don’t automatically swoon in your presence.” It took great effort on her part not to do that.

“To be honest, I like that about you. That’s why I want to spend some time with you. We can watch the fireworks from my living room window. Do you see a problem with that?”

Alisha saw a big problem—namely she’d be sorely tempted to climb all over him if he moved even a millimeter closer. “For all intents and purposes we’re opponents.”

“We’re not opposing each other on any case.”

“We could in the future.”

“I’m not concerned about the future. I’m only thinking about tonight.”

How tempting it would be to take him up on his offer. How very, very tempting. But Daniel Fortune’s status as an unflappable attorney was second only to his rep as an in-demand lover.

He took another slow step toward her. “Do you really want to spend the rest of the evening alone, Alisha?”

She didn’t want to react so strongly to the way he’d said her name, but she did. “I’ve been alone before.”

“So have I, but it’s New Year’s Eve. People shouldn’t spend the holiday alone if they have other options. Unless you’re involved with someone.”

“Not currently.”

“Then I don’t see any real harm in it. Nothing complicated. Just two friends seeing in the new year together.”

Alisha hadn’t really viewed him as a friend per se, but he wasn’t a seedy stranger. After all, he’d made it his life’s work putting criminals behind bars. In that regard, he was safe. His magnetism…well, that was another thing altogether.

But she truly didn’t want to be alone. Not tonight. She would keep a tight grasp on her control. She would go to Daniel Fortune’s apartment and take her chances. “Do you have any wine?”

His gorgeous grin heralded success. “If I do, then you’ll come home with me?”

“Yes. To watch the fireworks and have a drink.”

“You’re welcome to check out my bedpost for notches.”

She didn’t dare get anywhere near his bed. “No thanks.”

“I wouldn’t mind showing you my custom-made wet bar. Lots of shelves. And counter space.”

“Room enough for two, no doubt.”

“Probably so, with a little careful maneuvering.”

Alisha felt as if she’d been thrust into some unknown dimension. Maybe he did want to do her. Worse, she wanted to do him. Joe and Julie would be so proud. But caution spoke louder than carnal need. “Be careful, Counselor, or I’m going to rescind my offer.”

He looked somewhat contrite. “Sorry, but you walked right into that one.”

She only hoped that when she walked into his apartment she’d keep a choke hold on her hormones. “Where’s your car?”

“I’m on foot.”

She pointed to the lot across the street. “Mine’s over there. I’ll drive us.”

“Save your gas. We can walk it from here.”