Peter and turned to
see Ian’s scowl. Was he jealous? He looked as though he wanted to rip Peter
apart. “No, Alex stop this!” she screamed to herself. He doesn’t care
about you! He doesn’t love you! He could care less if anything is going on
between you and Peter.
“I think it would be next to impossible for me to leave such an adoring
fan club as these two nuts,” Alex laughed. “It was good to see you again Ian.
I’ll be seeing you in a few weeks. You are head counsel for the Jacobs murder trial
aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am. Nice seeing you gentlemen, Alexandra. I better go join my
troops before they think I’ve switched sides.”
“Another Ian Foster encounter handled superbly,” Alex thought. It
did seem to get easier each time although her pulse still raced and she longed
for his touch. When he had grabbed her earlier to stop her from falling flat on
her face she had shivered from his touch. Had he noticed? Only Ian Foster had
the power to bring her to her knees with just a simple touch or look. She
longed to be close to him. To feel his skin next to hers. To have her legs
entwined with his and his mouth on her...stop it! She awoke from her thoughts
to find that she had been staring at Ian and he had been staring right back.
Okay, Alexandra. Staring at Ian would most certainly give him the wrong idea.
Time to forget he was there.
Ian couldn’t take his gaze off of her. His skin still burned from her
touch when he’d grabbed her to prevent her fall. He didn’t think he’d imagined
her shiver at his touch. Her smell was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his face
in her soft, yellow curls and taste the moist skin at her neck. She laughed and
smiled at Peter. He’d missed that laugh. He’d always had so much fun just being
with her. The best times they’d had had been snuggling up on the couch on a
Sunday afternoon watching old movies, chomping on popcorn and just being
together. He remembered several times spending a Sunday with Alex and leaving
her apartment on a Sunday evening when they had not even made love that day yet
he’d never felt better in his life. She was driving him crazy with that laugh!
What the hell was so funny over there? He wanted to be at that table
with her, not Peter. But the choice had been his and he’d made it. If he stayed
involved with Alex they’d become the model yuppie family and he’d be stuck as a
County Prosecutor for the rest of his life. Not quite what he’d dreamed of
his whole life.
Alex got lost in conversation with Peter and Don but she knew Ian’s gaze
had hardly left her. What was he thinking? Was he thinking he wanted to be with
her as she was wishing she could be with him? Why had Ian never understood that
she would never stand in the way of his career aspirations? If only they’d
really talked about why he was so scared of commitment maybe they’d still be
together now.
After two nerve wrecking hours at Georgie’s they received word that the
jury had reached a verdict. So quickly? What could this mean? As they all
traipsed back to the courthouse Alex’s nerves began to show.
“Easy champ. Easy,” Ian whispered in her ear as they entered the
courtroom. “You’ve done a great job. Remember that if you lose. You couldn’t
have done any better for him baby.”
Baby. She loved it when he used that endearment. He used it often when
they...he use to use it often when they made love. Why the hell was he here?
She was glad he was.
When the not guilty verdict was read Alex found it hard to move. She
turned to Mr. Miller and hugged him hard as he wept. She rubbed his back and
tried to comfort him. His son and daughter came forward and thanked her and she
hugged them hard as well. She was so relieved that she had been able to help
this family. She hoped that now that the trial was over the Miller family could
relax and be happy again. They needed to put Mrs. Miller’s death behind them
and move on with their lives.
Peter and Don were at her
see Ian’s scowl. Was he jealous? He looked as though he wanted to rip Peter
apart. “No, Alex stop this!” she screamed to herself. He doesn’t care
about you! He doesn’t love you! He could care less if anything is going on
between you and Peter.
“I think it would be next to impossible for me to leave such an adoring
fan club as these two nuts,” Alex laughed. “It was good to see you again Ian.
I’ll be seeing you in a few weeks. You are head counsel for the Jacobs murder trial
aren’t you?”
“Yes, I am. Nice seeing you gentlemen, Alexandra. I better go join my
troops before they think I’ve switched sides.”
“Another Ian Foster encounter handled superbly,” Alex thought. It
did seem to get easier each time although her pulse still raced and she longed
for his touch. When he had grabbed her earlier to stop her from falling flat on
her face she had shivered from his touch. Had he noticed? Only Ian Foster had
the power to bring her to her knees with just a simple touch or look. She
longed to be close to him. To feel his skin next to hers. To have her legs
entwined with his and his mouth on her...stop it! She awoke from her thoughts
to find that she had been staring at Ian and he had been staring right back.
Okay, Alexandra. Staring at Ian would most certainly give him the wrong idea.
Time to forget he was there.
Ian couldn’t take his gaze off of her. His skin still burned from her
touch when he’d grabbed her to prevent her fall. He didn’t think he’d imagined
her shiver at his touch. Her smell was intoxicating. He wanted to bury his face
in her soft, yellow curls and taste the moist skin at her neck. She laughed and
smiled at Peter. He’d missed that laugh. He’d always had so much fun just being
with her. The best times they’d had had been snuggling up on the couch on a
Sunday afternoon watching old movies, chomping on popcorn and just being
together. He remembered several times spending a Sunday with Alex and leaving
her apartment on a Sunday evening when they had not even made love that day yet
he’d never felt better in his life. She was driving him crazy with that laugh!
What the hell was so funny over there? He wanted to be at that table
with her, not Peter. But the choice had been his and he’d made it. If he stayed
involved with Alex they’d become the model yuppie family and he’d be stuck as a
County Prosecutor for the rest of his life. Not quite what he’d dreamed of
his whole life.
Alex got lost in conversation with Peter and Don but she knew Ian’s gaze
had hardly left her. What was he thinking? Was he thinking he wanted to be with
her as she was wishing she could be with him? Why had Ian never understood that
she would never stand in the way of his career aspirations? If only they’d
really talked about why he was so scared of commitment maybe they’d still be
together now.
After two nerve wrecking hours at Georgie’s they received word that the
jury had reached a verdict. So quickly? What could this mean? As they all
traipsed back to the courthouse Alex’s nerves began to show.
“Easy champ. Easy,” Ian whispered in her ear as they entered the
courtroom. “You’ve done a great job. Remember that if you lose. You couldn’t
have done any better for him baby.”
Baby. She loved it when he used that endearment. He used it often when
they...he use to use it often when they made love. Why the hell was he here?
She was glad he was.
When the not guilty verdict was read Alex found it hard to move. She
turned to Mr. Miller and hugged him hard as he wept. She rubbed his back and
tried to comfort him. His son and daughter came forward and thanked her and she
hugged them hard as well. She was so relieved that she had been able to help
this family. She hoped that now that the trial was over the Miller family could
relax and be happy again. They needed to put Mrs. Miller’s death behind them
and move on with their lives.
Peter and Don were at her
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