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mind.
    Damn, how he wanted to pull down her walls and see the real woman. There was no doubt in his mind they would sizzle together.
    Working by her side only seemed to ignite the heat he felt for her. Something about the way she handled herself . . . her confidence was sexy as hell. And he’d taken every opportunity possible to touch her, to remind her of the attraction between them. As soon as he was in the driver’s seat, she twisted around to face him.
    “What do you think?” she asked, her eyes wide with anticipation.
    He rubbed his temple and sighed, intentionally turning away from Lindsey. He needed to focus on Roger Williams rather than getting Lindsey undressed. “I think,” he said, “I have a headache.”
    “Is that why you were so impatient to get the door open?”
    Mark’s head jerked around in surprise. “How did you know that?”
    Lindsey smiled. “Never underestimate me, Mark Reeves. Have you always been claustrophobic?”
    His eyes narrowed. No one had ever guessed his phobia. He was very good at hiding it. That Lindsey had, only served to make her more alluring. “Since I was five and got locked in a cellar for four hours. Those interrogation rooms always seem to bring it back. I know damn well I wasn’t obvious. How did you guess?”
    She shrugged. “I had a friend in high school who was claustrophobic. When you knocked and hit the buzzer at the same time, it set off a light bulb.”
    A slow smile filled Mark’s face. He had to respect her sharpness. No wonder she had been so successful in the courtroom. Mark flipped the air conditioner on high and then turned his attention back to Lindsey. “You know what I think, Counselor?”
    She gave him a questioning look.
    “You haven’t lost your touch,” he said, and then reached out and ran his fingers down a strand of her long blond hair.
    “How would you know?” she questioned. “You’ve never even seen me in action before.”
    Mark’s eyes danced with a dangerous challenge. “I’d like to,” he said in a low voice, not taking his eyes from hers.
    He saw her swallow, and knew she was nervous. But he also had seen the flare of heat in her eyes. Abruptly, she looked away. “Is he innocent, Mark?”
    He chuckled lightly at her change of subjects, letting her know he was onto her. “What do you think?”
    She turned her gaze to him and frowned. “I don’t know. I’m not comfortable going with my gut anymore.”
    “You think he is innocent,” he stated flatly. He already knew the answer.
    She shrugged. “My instincts—for what that’s worth , tell me he is innocent.” She refocused on him. “What’s your gut reaction?”
    His lips firmed. “I never go with gut feelings. As for facts, we don’t have enough for me to make an educated guess.” He turned towards the steering wheel and then glanced back at her. “We need that list of students.”
    Lindsey pulled her briefcase from the backseat and removed a small file. When she’d finally gone to bed the night before, she hadn’t been able to sleep. After an hour of staring at the ceiling, she’d gotten up and done something productive. “I printed maps and directions off the Internet last night for anyplace I thought we might need to go.” Lindsey shuffled the papers in the file. “Here,” she said pulling out a map. “Home address and a map.” She handed the paper to Mark.
    His brow arched up. “You’re quite thorough, aren’t you?” His lips turned up.
    Lindsey cocked her head to one side and peered at Mark, a smile slipping onto her lips. “Did you expect less?” A hint of flirtation laced her words.
    He smiled, feeling a wave of satisfaction. “Oh, no, definitely not.”
    Her smile widened. “Well then, let’s start at our client’s home.”
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    They arrived at the townhouse, finding it to be only a few blocks from the NYU campus, in a quiet neighborhood. Roger Williams’ home was located on street level with a small patio entrance. Lindsey