Order of Protection
A Courting Justice Novel
By Lexi Blake
Coming June 5, 2018
To
high-end defense attorney Henry Garrison, Win Hughes is a woman he met during
one of the most trying times of his life. She’s soft and warm, and he finds
solace in their brief relationship. But Win has a secret. She’s actually Taylor
Winston-Hughes—born to one of the wealthiest families in the country, orphaned
as a child by a tragic accident. Win moves in the wealthiest circles, but her
lavish lifestyle hides her pain.
When
her best friend is murdered in the midst of a glittering New York gala, Win’s charged
with the crime, and the only person in the world she wants to see is Henry.
Henry
is shocked at the true identity of his lover, but he can’t reject the case.
This case could take his new firm into the stratosphere. Still, he’s not
getting burned by Win again. And yet every turn brings them closer together.
As
the case takes a wild turn and Win's entire life is upended, she must look to
the people she's closest to in order to find a killer. And Henry must decide
between making his case and saving the woman he loves…
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If Henry
gave her a minute, they would be back to polite. He wouldn’t find out if she
could want him in an honest way. “Win, I’m an alcoholic. I’m divorced, and it
wasn’t some thoughtful conscious uncoupling. It was nasty and ugly. I’m a
lawyer who doesn’t give a shit if his clients are guilty or not as long as they
have the money to pay me. I have gotten off people who probably went back out
into the world to do terrible things, and I’ll probably do it again because I
believe in this system. It’s imperfect, but it’s better than anything else. And
I’m too old for you.”
She
snorted, an oddly amusing sound. “I’m not some shrinking virgin. I’m
twenty-nine, and I’ve been around the block a couple of times and with some men
I wish I hadn’t ever gotten into the car with. How old are you? Forty?”
He
winced. “Thirty-seven.”
Her lips
curled up, and it was worth the blow to his ego. “Well, you don’t look a day
over forty, and that’s a pretty nice age for a man. You think you don’t deserve
such a young, hot chick?”
Thank
god she was teasing him again. He’d hated the way her shoulders had slumped
when she’d thought he’d rejected her. But still, he had to be honest. If he was
going to do this, she would get the new Henry. “I think I could hurt a woman
like you if I’m not careful.”
“Then be
careful with me, Henry Garrison,” she said, moving closer to him. “And I’m a
big girl. I can make my own decisions and live with them. I would like to spend
the night with you. It doesn’t have to last beyond tomorrow. I’m not asking to be
your girlfriend. I’m asking you to help me get through the night, to help me
get that nightmare out of my head, so I can feel safe for the first time in
months. It’s been a long time since I felt safe.”
That he
could do. She moved in close, right between his legs, and he reached up and
cupped her face, holding her still as he looked into her eyes. So much fucking
innocence. He didn’t care what she’d been through. She was way too young for
him, but she’d said yes and he wasn’t a saint. Not even close. “Be sure. I
might want more than one night. I’m here for a few weeks. I could use this. I
could use some time with you.”
It
wouldn’t work long-term. When he finished up and got back to the city, he
wouldn’t have time to spend with her, and she deserved that. He would be
knee-deep in the sewer again. It wasn’t a place he would take her, but he could
be what she needed here.
“I could
use some time with you,” she replied. “You’re right about a few things. I
haven’t ever been around a man like you. The men I’ve been with have been boys
who cared more about their images than they did about pleasing me. I think it
might be different with you. I know you’re trying to scare me off with all that
‘I screwed up my life’ stuff, but I get that. You can’t make me run, or I would
run away from myself. Tell me if you can make me forget about everything except
what you’re doing to my body because tonight that’s all I want.”
Oh, he
could do that. He might not be able to feed her soul, but he could work her
body all fucking night long.
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