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outlet for the sparks
that flew whenever they were in the same room together.
    Eric slid his hands into his pockets and creased his brow.
He looked over to find Michael Remington watching him. Chase put his hand on
Remington’s shoulder and guided the partner out of the conference room.
    Eric
nodded at the two partners then headed for his own office to consider his next
move.

Chapter 4
    Jordis entered her
office with Vivian O’Connor on her heels.
    Vivian perched on
the arm of one of Jordis’s guest chairs. Natural blond strands laced her long
red hair, making it look like it had been set on fire by the sun. The striking
color almost didn’t look real. She had green eyes and flawless fair skin
sprinkled with freckles across her upper cheeks and the bridge of her nose.
    With her classic
Irish beauty, Vivian had the looks to play the sexuality card to get what she
wanted if she so chose, but she preferred to let her brains and her work
product speak for themselves. Her lips twisted with barely contained mirth.
“So, what did you think of Mr. Managing Partner finally gracing us with his
presence?”
    Jordis sat down
behind her desk. “Future managing partner.”
    The eye roll Vivian
gave her would have done any sixteen-year-old diva proud. “Okay. So what did you think
of Mr. Future Managing Partner?”
    “What’s to think?”
    “What’s to think?
Are you kidding me? Every woman in that room looked like she wanted to dribble
chocolate all over him and lick it off.”
    Jordis chuckled. “If
you say so.”
    “If I say so?”
Vivian leaned forward. “Are you telling me you found the elusive Mr. Remington
to be something short of delicious?”
    “Look, he and Chase
are our supervising attorneys. I’m not even going to go there. Besides, he’s
not really my type.”
    Vivian gave an
unladylike snort. “If that man isn’t your type, then either you don’t do white
guys or you’re gay.”
    With an indulgent
smile, Jordis silently shook her head.
    When Jordis failed
to respond, Vivian pushed, “Well, which is it?”
    “What difference
does it make?” Jordis flipped open a file folder and picked up her pen.
    Vivian ignored the
dismissive action.
    “You need to get out
of my office and go bill some hours.”
    “Oh, come on,
Jordis. Give me something here.” Vivian slipped into the chair. “Are you going
to make this a three-way competition for Mr. Remington’s affections?”
    “Three-way
competition?”
    “Yeah. Everyone
knows Alyson has the partner in her sights. And all Lizzie talks about is how
gorgeous Michael Remington is. You’d think the child had never seen an
attractive man before.”
    Only one year out of
law school, the blond Lizzie was the youngest of the bunch and still had a
college-sorority-girl vibe going on. Jordis half expected her to drop her books
the next time she came across Michael Remington in the hall with the hope he’d
stop to pick them up for her. At thirty-two, Jordis found the peppy, boy-crazy
antics of the younger woman annoying.
    “Well, Lizzie is
still young. I doubt the guys at her law school had quite the machismo of Mr.
Remington. I suspect those twenty-something hormones of hers are pinging all
over the place.” Jordis dropped her pen back on her desk. Vivian clearly wasn’t
going anywhere until she’d gotten the chance to talk this thing through. “What
about you? Wouldn’t it be a four-way competition?”
    Vivian laughed,
leaned back and crossed her legs. “Honey, I definitely don’t do white guys!”
    That made Jordis
laugh, too. “Vivian, you’re a mess!”
    The redhead simply
smiled at her, a genuine smile. She’d started at the firm a few weeks before
Jordis. A down-home kind of girl, Vivian lived a what-you-see-is-what-you-get
lifestyle. She spoke her mind and didn’t pull punches, which was one of the
many reasons Jordis liked her, but Vivian did have one major flaw. She was a
diehard gossip. If office gossip existed, Vivian would ferret it out