He’d look for me. He would remember me. I’d practically sprayed hungry-cougar pheromones directly down the front of his shorts, then yanked away his lollipop right when his mouth started watering. More importantly, I’d succeeded in making sure his first impression of me was not in a courtroom at the defense table wearing a dowdy suit. In the locker room, I admired my glistening cleavage once again. Take that, Laura Leigh. And take that, little Allison, tiresome rule follower. Some rules are older than the legal system, and I knew all those rules like the back of my still-unfreckled hand. Men
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