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shot’ was always the one she’d been asked to autograph. Physically, it was her strong suit.
                  She used that now, the notoriety that haunted her, to her advantage. This was a case about sexual harassment, so why shouldn’t she? Let them look at her, examine their own lustful hearts and side with the female clients she was representing. She finished her powerful speech and as she walked to her chair she realized that not only were Jack Sheppard and Billy Sheridan sitting in on the proceedings, so was Alexander Bly.
                  He sat between her two bosses. In fact, he seemed to be there with them. Obviously they’d come to hear her close the case, but Bly looked truly surprised to see her .
                  She was aware of his eyes on her and she was glad she hadn’t noticed him before, he made her nervous. Her hands trembled as she sat and gathered the documents in front of her.
                  The jury was back in record time deciding in her favor. Witt Collier took her hand and bowed theatrically and there were congratulations and thanks thrust her way.
                  She glanced to the back of the courtroom and the three men were gone. On her way out of the courthouse she juggled her purse and briefcase and tried to check messages on her cell phone.
                  “Charlotte!” she looked up at the sound of Billy Sheridan’s voice and there they were. All three of them were standing on the granite steps of the court house, and evidently they were waiting for her. Billy Sheridan and Jack Sheppard both shook her hand and kissed her cheek lightly, congratulating her profusely.
                  Alexander Bly was staring a hole through her and she knew her cheeks were flaming. He looked perplexed, a look she’d never seen on that overly confident face before.
                  “Alex Bly, I believe you know Charlotte Christiansen, our secret weapon,” Jack Sheppard said.
                  Alexander Bly was so handsome she could barely look at him. He’d been attractive before, but now he was damn near irresistible. He was tall, six feet four, she’d guess, by the way he towered over the others and they were both tall men. His grey suit was perfectly tailored, Saville Row, custom made, for sure. He was probably thirty three or thirty four now and looked to be in great shape. His shoulders were broad and his legs were incredibly long, he looked rather menacing as he tried to make her eyes meet his.
                  She didn’t want to get caught in those hypnotic eyes or look at the high cheek bones and strong square jaw or wide sensual mouth.
                  His hair was combed back and grazed his shirt collar, but it had a slight wave that made it seem tosseled and he had a cowlick in front. It caused a swatch of hair to fall over his forehead and his hand kept pushing it away. That small gesture caught at her heart, made him seem less imposing and rather vulnerable, somehow.
                  “Christiansen,” Bly repeated, holding her eyes as he took her hand in his.
                  “I kept Jorgen’s name, after the divorce,” she said and her voice sounded strange, “people knew me as Charlotte McCall from the magazine article, it was just easier for me to stay under the radar.”
                  “I doubt that you could ever stay under the radar,” he said and she realized he hadn’t let go of her hand.
                  She pulled it away quickly, collected her wits and said, “Alexander Bly, twice in two days, strange.” 
                  “I was thinking, interesting, rather than strange,” his voice held a hint of something unsaid. His voice and his eyes made her feel out of control, made a small geyser erupt down low in her belly.
                  She felt herself reacting to him,