want you to do that. Heâll be eligible for parole in a fewââ
âWe donât care about that,â Caden interjected. âHe didnât kill our mother, and itâs time we proved it.â
âHe does not want the case reopened,â Carson stressed again.
âDo you think weâre wrong in wanting to clear our father?â Dalton asked.
âNo, but my client doesnât wantââ
âWhat do you think?â Jace interrupted.
âItâs not what I think. Itâs what my client wants.â
Jace didnât say anything for a moment. Heâd been observing Carson closely, especially during her exchange with Dalton and Caden, but mostly with Dalton as she kept repeating her clientâs wishes. He must still be getting over the shock of learning that she was a woman... a very attractive woman. She was all business. Professional. Straight to the point.
Suddenly, something hit Jace in the gut, and he couldnât help breaking into the conversation to say, âA client youâre in love with.â
The room fell quiet. Everyone stared first at Jace for having the audacity to make such a bold statement, then at Carson, who had yet to deny what heâd said.
Instead, she drew in a deep breath, met Jaceâs direct gaze and said, âYes. Iâm in love with Sheppard Granger.â
Seven
âI donât like this,â Dalton said while pacing Jaceâs office the next morning. âDad should have returned our call by now.â
Caden, who was staring out the window with his hands shoved in his pants pockets, slowly turned around. âDid you honestly expect him to?â
Dalton stopped his pacing. âYes, why wouldnât he? You think Warden Smallwood didnât get the message to him like he said he would?â
Caden braced his hip against the window ledge. âOh, Iâm sure he got the message, but itâs my guess that Dadâs planning his strategy.â
âWhat strategy?â
âHow he plans to deal with us,â Caden replied, running a frustrated hand down his face.
Sitting at his desk, Jace leaned back in his chair and nodded. âI think youâre right, Caden.â
Dalton crossed his arms over his chest. âAnd why do you think heâs right?â
Jace stood and came around his desk to sit on the edge. âThink about it. Weâre dealing with our father, Sheppard Granger. A man who ordered his attorney to hire bodyguards to protect us without letting us know. Bodyguards who even now refuse to back off until he gives the word. Weâre dealing with a man who would gladly spend the rest of his days behind bars if he thought doing so would keep us safe. I figure Carson has contacted him. Sheâs told him about last nightâs meeting, and now heâs trying to figure out how to deal with us.â
Caden left his place by the window to stand beside Jace. âAnd you heard Carson last night just like we did, Dalton. She was adamant about Dad not wanting us to reopen his case.â
Yes, Dalton thought, he had heard Carson; however, heâd been somewhat distracted. Julesâs presence had made it hard for him to concentrate for most of the meeting. After all, whether he wanted to give her credit or not, she had been the one to notice that Bobby had been tailing him. More than once, his attention had been drawn to her against his will. Sheâd taken off her coat last night, and the black skirt and red blouse she was wearing had grabbed his attention. For once, heâd regretted that red was his favorite color. Heâd been aware every single time sheâd shifted positions on the sofa. Hell, sheâd even crossed those gorgeous legs and all he could think about was how it would feel to get between them. And although he hadnât been close to her, that hadnât stopped him from inhaling her scent. And the more her fragrance flowed through his nostrils, the