Page 9 of Finding Redemption

“Yeah and discretion is a must considering we work with many domestic violence victims.”

“You do?” His brows narrow.

“Yes.” I sit down, opening the case log. “Is that a problem?”

“No, not at all.” His tone is short and clipped.

“We have six in need of orders of protection.”

“All right. Want to split them and get to work?” Walker steeples his fingers. What’s up with his tone?

“Do you have any other questions?”

“No.” His brows fall low over his eyes. “No, but I get the feeling you do.”

I press my lips into a thin line and bounce my knee. “I feel like I’m missing something.”

“Your instincts are off.” He stares at me, and I flush. I’m not sure if he’s making me flush or my blood pressure is rising at his arrogance.

“I don’t think so.” I square my shoulders. “You’re holding back.”

“Am I?” He smirks as he appraises me.

“Apparently.” I look him in the eye. “Must be a novelty.”

“What’s that?” He cocks a brow in confidence.

“Being wrong.” I stand. “You better get used to it if you plan to stick around.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” He curls his top lip into a smirk.

“Well then, let’s get to it.” I pull out a few cases, pausing before handing them over to him. “I need to ask, have you ever worked with domestic violence victims?”

“I have, but not in a setting like this.” He hesitates. “I’ll give the utmost respect while doing my best for everyone. If there’s ever a time I feel I need help, I’ll give you a heads up.”

“Hey, y’all. I’m sorry to interrupt, but everyone’s waiting,” Maisyn says from the door.

“All right.” I glance from Walker to Maisyn. “Perfect.” I stand, pausing to look over my shoulder. “And you’re a licensed attorney, correct?”

He chuckles. “I am. I know Lea and One Woods personally.”

“Why am I not surprised?” I shake my head. Of course, he does. “Last room on the left.” I point to the door.

“Thank you.” He smiles at me, making me shiver after a warm flush travels through me. Dammit, stop it. He’s obviously an egotistical ass. Which all too often turns out to be my first pick.

The evening passes quickly. By the time I’m done, the building is quiet. Everyone is either gone or settled in for the night. I pass the sign-in desk to let them know I’m leaving.

“I’m calling it a night,” I say, tired.

“Sure thing, Miss Morgan,” Latifa says. “You have a good night.”

“Thank you, Latifa.” I turn toward the door when Lou calls to me.

“Wait up, Miss Morgan. I’ll walk you to your car. It’s dark out.”

“Thank you.” I keep forgetting where I am for whatever reason. Although the neighborhood is good, this is a crisis center and who knows what could be waiting in the dark.

A million things run through my mind on my drive home. Tomorrow’s hearing on the historical site, my clients at the shelter, and Walker. He’s so handsome. It’s been such a long time since anyone even registered on my radar.