being unfaithful to him, he killed her?”
“Right. Most of the jurors were led to believe that the husband was insanely jealous and that he’d killed her out of rage, but as soon as I brought to light some of the woman’s receipts, the jury realized it was the brother, and Druven was set free.”
“Did you have to defend Druven’s brother?”
“Fortunately, no, though it would have been an easy case for me. I would have insisted he plead guilty and accept his punishment.”
No wonder he was passionate about his job. He made a difference in so many lives.
As soon as she finished off her glass of wine, Larek joined them and refilled it. They got talking about some of his biggest stories that he’d broken. Only after they both regaled her with their tales did she realize it was past the time for the tram to run.
She stood. “I didn’t realize how late it is. I never meant to keep you up. You need your rest.”
Both jumped up. “Stay the night,” Brin said.
The implication almost made her reel. She didn’t want to assume that meant they were interested in having sex with her. It could mean they wanted her to stay in case their injuries flared up despite them looking and acting rather healthy. She’d never heard of a lion having a relapse, but she supposed it could happen.
She weighed her options. It might take her an hour to walk home, especially in these sandaled heels. While she could ask them to escort her, she didn’t want to tire them out. “I think I should go. I don’t want to be a burden.”
Brin glanced at Larek. “That parent could be out there.”
Her body tensed. “You said he had a broken leg.”
Brin nodded. “Most likely, but what about the other guy? He seemed in quite good shape when he ran out of the bar.”
She thought she’d seen him dash out. That was Frania’s dad. “You might be right.”
“We’ll sleep on the floor and you can take the bed.” They really seemed to understand her concern, but she still wasn’t sure why they’d asked her. There were too many possibilities to draw a definitive conclusion.
The sofa was rather short, and she probably couldn’t fit on it anyway. “You sure?”
They both smiled. “Positive.”
* * * *
Brin had surely lost his mind when he’d asked her to spend the night, but when he’d been talking with her about his cases, she’d completely understood the complexities that went into dealing with the prosecution and what constituted proof. His upper half told him this might not be a good idea, but the lower half was cheering him on. He wanted to take it slow and not do anything that made her uncomfortable, but he got the sense that when they connected, she wanted him, too. The kiss they’d shared had flipped some kind of internal switch, hopefully for her, too, and his gut told him that now was the time to test the waters.
He understood the difference between a one-night stand and something that might have permanence. He and Larek had been trying to find the right woman for over ten years and had been unsuccessful. Madra seemed like that woman.
If he made love with her tonight his life would never be the same, either in the courtroom or out.
Take the chance .
He wanted to tell his cock to shut up, but if there was one thing he’d learned in his thirty-three years, it was that the beast inside him couldn’t be silenced once he set his sights on something or someone he desired.
“Come with us.”
He and Larek escorted her into the bedroom. Brin crawled onto the bed and got on his knees. “Come here, Madra.”
Her eyes widened. She glanced between him and Larek acting as if she had no idea they wanted to make love to her.
“I don’t understand. You want to make love to me?” Her eyes sparkled.
“Yes.”
He was determined to reassure her. All it would take would be one kiss. Yes, he said they would sleep on the floor, and they might, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to see if she wanted them as much