“Can I ask you something? Even if it’s slightly inappropriate?” “Go on.” I couldn’t believe I had blurted that out. That my thoughts were so unhinged that I no longer had control over my mouth. “Do you make all your opposing counsel feel this way? If they’re women?” His thumb traced around his lips. “What way is that, Hannah?” My body hummed like he was breathing against it. My hands squeezed the glass so hard that I was surprised it hadn’t shattered. “Connected.” That wasn’t right. I needed to better describe this. “Like you’re on the verge of …” “Devouring them.”
