me that I shouldn’t build on Gibson Street. I know you’re a hell of an attorney.”
Despair seeped into her veins. “Things are not always that easy.”
“No, but maybe we’re making this harder than it has to be. I care about you and I’m willing to listen. Just plead your case. This is about us, not Anthony or your clients. It’s about us.”
It is about my client s, and where I came from. It’s about the promise I made to never forget my roots.
Her eyes stung with threatening tears. This whole situation was completely unfair. She was an attorney and everyday her clients and cases reminded her life wasn’t easy. The struggle not to cry again became overwhelming. She wouldn’t allow herself. Why did she feel like there was a hope for them? It was too soon, it was crazy, but maybe…“You’re entitled to have a lawyer here.”
“You’re a lawyer.” His lips twitched. “Anthony Frost is worried, so my guess is you’re very good at it.”
She inhaled a slow deep breath. “I’m also representing the plaintiffs.”
That time, Jack’s lips curved into a smile. “I know, and I’m representing my own interest.”
“Which is?” What did she miss?
“Spending time with you any way I can.”
Abby blinked and tears filled her eyes. How did you respond to a comeback like that?
Jack hated the sadness in her features and had thought for sure that she was going to cry in the office. He didn’t think he would have been able to handle it if she had. As it was, a young mother with a baby on her hip had entered the office as they were leaving. She couldn’t have been any older than sixteen or seventeen. Overhearing parts of the conversation, Abby reassured her she would get child support for her from the father or at least his rich family.
He understood more now what Abby did, but wasn’t sure why he suddenly cared so much. There was no doubt though, he did care and as they walked through the neighborhood and the people greeted her warmly, a different side of her was revealed.
This was not the woman Anthony had described, but instead, an incredible lady, who had touched a lot of lives. Abby told him little tidbits about people they met, but nothing too revealing. “So, I heard from Anthony—”
Her brows shot up and she shook her head. “Ah yes, your legal counsel.”
“And from what I understand , your almost father-in-law.”
She nodded as the y continued walking. “Yeah.” She glanced up at him. “So, what did you hear?”
He studied every detail of her pretty face, and decided maybe showing up and getting her out of the office had helped. As difficult as the situation was, he already felt better and could see hope of them taking a chance at working through this. “He mentioned you grew up in this neighborhood.”
“I did . In the system until my foster mom adopted me.”
Her honesty touched his soul and warmed him. “Does she still live around here?”
“No, although she still takes in foster kids.” She flashed a small smile. “Not for the money; she doesn’t need it.”
Jack grinned. “Because you made a ton of it and had to share with her.” Chuckling, he adored her, and her generosity was one of the things that attracted him to her.
“Yeah , I did help her out, but she likes kids and says it keeps her young. I think it’s because she loves making a difference in people’s lives...” Stopping, she turned and studied him carefully.
“At least I know where you g et it from.”
He grinned and glanced to the park behind her. The grass was green, the play equipment new, and kids were laughing and playing. The small section looked almost out of place compared to the rest of the block. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? He stepped around her and took in every detail and the happiness of the children. “I don’t remember seeing this when I came out here the last time.”
“Understandable,” she assured. “Most people overlook it.”
Jack turned and blinked at
Despair seeped into her veins. “Things are not always that easy.”
“No, but maybe we’re making this harder than it has to be. I care about you and I’m willing to listen. Just plead your case. This is about us, not Anthony or your clients. It’s about us.”
It is about my client s, and where I came from. It’s about the promise I made to never forget my roots.
Her eyes stung with threatening tears. This whole situation was completely unfair. She was an attorney and everyday her clients and cases reminded her life wasn’t easy. The struggle not to cry again became overwhelming. She wouldn’t allow herself. Why did she feel like there was a hope for them? It was too soon, it was crazy, but maybe…“You’re entitled to have a lawyer here.”
“You’re a lawyer.” His lips twitched. “Anthony Frost is worried, so my guess is you’re very good at it.”
She inhaled a slow deep breath. “I’m also representing the plaintiffs.”
That time, Jack’s lips curved into a smile. “I know, and I’m representing my own interest.”
“Which is?” What did she miss?
“Spending time with you any way I can.”
Abby blinked and tears filled her eyes. How did you respond to a comeback like that?
Jack hated the sadness in her features and had thought for sure that she was going to cry in the office. He didn’t think he would have been able to handle it if she had. As it was, a young mother with a baby on her hip had entered the office as they were leaving. She couldn’t have been any older than sixteen or seventeen. Overhearing parts of the conversation, Abby reassured her she would get child support for her from the father or at least his rich family.
He understood more now what Abby did, but wasn’t sure why he suddenly cared so much. There was no doubt though, he did care and as they walked through the neighborhood and the people greeted her warmly, a different side of her was revealed.
This was not the woman Anthony had described, but instead, an incredible lady, who had touched a lot of lives. Abby told him little tidbits about people they met, but nothing too revealing. “So, I heard from Anthony—”
Her brows shot up and she shook her head. “Ah yes, your legal counsel.”
“And from what I understand , your almost father-in-law.”
She nodded as the y continued walking. “Yeah.” She glanced up at him. “So, what did you hear?”
He studied every detail of her pretty face, and decided maybe showing up and getting her out of the office had helped. As difficult as the situation was, he already felt better and could see hope of them taking a chance at working through this. “He mentioned you grew up in this neighborhood.”
“I did . In the system until my foster mom adopted me.”
Her honesty touched his soul and warmed him. “Does she still live around here?”
“No, although she still takes in foster kids.” She flashed a small smile. “Not for the money; she doesn’t need it.”
Jack grinned. “Because you made a ton of it and had to share with her.” Chuckling, he adored her, and her generosity was one of the things that attracted him to her.
“Yeah , I did help her out, but she likes kids and says it keeps her young. I think it’s because she loves making a difference in people’s lives...” Stopping, she turned and studied him carefully.
“At least I know where you g et it from.”
He grinned and glanced to the park behind her. The grass was green, the play equipment new, and kids were laughing and playing. The small section looked almost out of place compared to the rest of the block. Why hadn’t he noticed this before? He stepped around her and took in every detail and the happiness of the children. “I don’t remember seeing this when I came out here the last time.”
“Understandable,” she assured. “Most people overlook it.”
Jack turned and blinked at
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