Free The Law of Attraction by Kristi Gold Page A

had his way, he’d be spending the evening with one Ms. Hart.
    Unfortunately that wasn’t in the cards. At least not tonight. Not unless she happened to show up at the reception, too. Not out of the question since a good deal of the law community would be in attendance.
    He probably wouldn’t be so lucky. But if she did show up, the possibilities were limitless, even if wisdom told him to stay away from the lady before it was too late.
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    â€œYou’re late, Hart.”
    Nudging the office door closed with her bottom, Alishacrossed the waiting room and tossed her briefcase on the desk behind which Joe was seated. “Late for what?”
    â€œYour appointment. You were supposed to meet with a prospective client forty-five minutes ago.”
    Alisha slapped her palm to her forehead. “I forgot. Did you reschedule?”
    â€œI tried, but she wanted to wait.” Joe hooked a thumb behind him. “I got her some coffee and stuck her in your office.”
    â€œAny idea what this is about?”
    â€œShe’s a referral from…” Joe looked at the sparse schedule on the computer screen. “Someone named Laci Wagner sent her.”
    â€œShe’s a former colleague. I worked with her at Gailey and Breedlove.” And a good friend, or at least she had been before the debacle that had caused Alisha to leave her former firm. “Hold all my calls while I talk to her. What’s her name?”
    â€œSheila White. A nice woman.”
    â€œGood.” She didn’t mind talking with a nice woman after counseling her current client, the self-serving stud muffin.
    Alisha breezed into the room and encountered a tall, rail-thin lady, her gray hair pulled back into a long braid. The woman’s gaze darted around the room as if she wasn’t sure where to look.
    Alisha rounded her desk and held out a hand. “I’m Alisha Hart, Ms. White. I’m so sorry you’ve had to wait. I was tied up with a client longer than expected.”
    The woman sent her a tentative smile to go with a brief handshake. “It’s Mrs. White, and I don’t mind if you call me Sheila. And I didn’t mind waiting because this is important.”
    Alisha sat and pushed her chair beneath her desk while Sheila reclaimed the chair before her. “Now tell me what I can do for you.”
    â€œThis is about my son’s accident. He was paralyzed from the waist down.” The mist of tears in her eyes caused Alisha’s heart to clutch. She pulled a tissue from the holder and handed it to the distraught mother.
    â€œI’m sorry,” Sheila said as she swiped at her eyes. “It’s still so hard to talk about.”
    â€œNo apology necessary. As soon as you’re ready, I’d like to hear how you were referred to me.”
    She recaptured her composure much quicker than Alisha expected. “I clean Miss Wagner’s house, but she says she can’t help me because the place where she works is representing the woman who hit my boy.” She pushed an envelope forward. “Miss Wagner told me to give this to you.”
    Alisha took the sealed envelope and opened it to find a handwritten note.
    Alisha,
    I’m really going out on a limb here, but in good conscience I feel that I must. Mrs. White needs your help in filing a wrongful-death suit. It’s rumored that the woman who injured her son had two prior DUI charges we made go away. Her name is Nancy Kenneally, of the electronics dynasty Kenneallys. She’s ruined this family’s life and she needs to be stopped. Attacking her checkbook couldn’t hurt. Just don’t let anyone know I’ve sent her or my ass will be gone before the ink dries on this letter.
    Laci.
    Alisha wasn’t sure what shocked her more—Laci’s willingness to take such a risk by revealing confidential information or the fact that if she agreed to represent the Whites she’d in turn be taking on her