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clerk of court stamped the motion. “I think that wraps us up for today, counselors. Submit your joint pretrial order to me by Friday. This court stands in recess.”
    As the judge stood to leave, everyone in the courtroom rose. Satisfied with the ruling, Taylor turned pleasantly to Frank.
    “So, should we plan to talk tomorrow about the pretrial order?” Arguing was like a sport to Taylor and like all professionals, she left the game on the field.
    Frank, however, did not appear to be of a similar mind-set. Ignoring her, he grabbed his briefcase and stormed off without saying one word.
    Taylor shrugged this off. Oh well. He probably was just pissed he didn’t get to swear in court, too.
    She returned to the defendant’s table and began packing files into her briefcase. Suddenly, she felt Derek nudge her hip.
    “Isn’t that Jason Andrews?” he asked in a low, excited whisper.
    Taylor glanced up and saw a man heading over from the galley, walking up the aisle toward her.
    It was indeed Jason Andrews.
    The twenty-five-million-dollar-per-picture star paused for a brief moment when she first looked up. Then he flashed her that famous smile.
    “You must be Taylor.”
    Taylor maintained her even stare. Well, well, well. His Exalted High-and-Mightiness had finally decided to drop in after all.
    As Jason Andrews strolled over in his black button-down shirt and charcoal-gray pin-striped pants (both of which fit so perfectly they appeared to have been hand-tailored just for him), two thoughts crossed Taylor’s mind.
    One—he wasn’t wearing a suit and tie in court.
    Two—he was unbelievably gorgeous in person.
    She quickly obliterated this second, wholly irrelevant, thought from her mind. She managed to keep her face a mask of steady indifference as the actor sauntered up to her.
    “Your office said you would be here,” he said easily, explaining his presence. “Looks like I got here just in time for the fireworks.” He winked as if they were in on some joke together.
    Taylor glared at him. So deadly was her look, a lesser man would’ve been out the courtroom door in two seconds flat.
    But Jason was undaunted. He smiled amiably. “You’re right—where are my manners? I haven’t properly introduced myself.” He held out his hand in introduction. “I’m Jason—”
    Taylor cut off the whole charm routine ASAP. She had seen smiles like that before and was now decidedly immune from them.
    “I obviously know who you are, Mr . Andrews . I also know that you were supposed to be at my office on two different days last week.”
    Jason pulled back his hand, as if surprised by her curt tone.
    Off to the side, Derek had been wholly forgotten in the fray. The junior associate stepped forward and cleared his throat to remind Taylor and Jason of his presence.
    “Um, Taylor, I’m going to head back. Should I stop by your office tomorrow to talk about the pretrial order?” He glanced between the two of them.
    Taylor eyed Jason coolly as she answered. “You can come by later today, Derek. I won’t be long with this.”
    With one final glance between the two, Derek gathered the case files and hurried out of the courtroom. Leaving Taylor and Jason alone.
    She folded her arms across her chest. “What exactly can I do for you, Mr. Andrews?”
    She noticed that the corners of his mouth twitched almost into a grin, as if he found her formal use of his last name to be amusing. This only annoyed her even more.
    “I see you’re a little upset about the appointments I missed last week,” he said in a teasing tone. A tone, Taylor noted, that was very similar to the one she herself used when deliberately attempting to infuriate her opponents.
    How dare he.
    “Unfortunately, I got tied up at the last minute,” Jason continued, with no attempt to conceal his air of condescension. “Surely you understand . . . I’m a very a busy man, Ms . Donovan .” He emphasized the last two words, letting her know that two could play the