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“Who said I’m sweet?” I bit my bottom lip

He picked up his glass “Good point Keep talking, pretty girl”

Shit, as he doing to me? I felt feisty all of a sudden I felt like there was a hellcat inside ofcould I pull that off? He’d see through my charade before my next sip of vodka I decided to stick with the truth

“I don’t practice law like I did Not anymore—not like that I was at a firm for two years after law school, but I realized I wasn’t cut out for that kind of law I didn’t have the stomach for it Maybe it’s a little like your retirehn wasn’t the kind of ht

I hadn’t taken limpses of his tattoo I wanted to see what the full ink looked like on his arm

“And you decided to retire to DC?” he questioned

“Sort of When the chance to help clients at a clinic and teach opened up, I applied Plus, e roommate is in DC and she really wantedtoo much information

Heto stay centered around hied ravel in his voice tiltplace

“How long have you been in DC?” he asked He pushed the ice around on the top of his drink

“Three days”

He laughed “Three days?”

“My room isn’t even unpacked I’m lucky I have clothes” I smiled

He tipped the glass over his perfectly shaped lips He lowered it slowly “Maybe I’ I’d like”

The tingle spread throughflirt The words rolled off his tongue effortlessly It was as if he wasn’t even trying

“Hey, you owe us forty bucks!”