Free Attractive Nuisance (Legally in Love Book 1) by Jennifer Griffith

chance that Veldon spurned good legal advice, Camilla hunkered down for an afternoon of developing her question list, coming up with backdoor approaches to get him to put himself at the scene, to admit he had a longtime affinity for that make of car, to stumble into her trap of declaring his obsession with the German automaker’s finest models, the 5-series and the luxury of luxuries 7-series, which this particular stolen (and recovered) vehicle was. Yeah, that one was in the twice-as-much-money as Camilla’s own decade old 3-series.
    “Come on, Camilla. Let’s go eat, let’s go eat.” Zane sang out to her, to the tune of “She’ll Be Coming ’Round the Mountain.” Geez. His baritone shout-singing would make every lawyer in the place drop their highlighters or smear ink on their legal pads. Oh, wait. They were probably all gone. A glance at the clock told her it was after eight. He sang on. And if he hadn’t sounded pretty good, she might have told him to cut it out. “Come on, my Camilla, let’s go eat. We can drive in your convertible, and eat some calamari fried, and I can tell you all about my find. About my find.” He did a soft shoe and a flourish with his arms as he ended the song.
    “Wow. You’re practically the triple threat. Singing, dancing, acting.”
    “Acting?” He knelt on one knee and took her by the hand, staring up into her eyes. “You think of this as mere acting?” His face morphed into anxiety-ridden sincerity. “Could a man be anything but sincere in his attentions, when faced with such a ravishing beauty as Camilla Sweeten at every turn of his head each day? I’m smitten. Smitten, I tell you!” He planted six fast kisses on the back of her hand.
    “Um, there are security cameras in here.”
    “Lawyers and their sexual harassment threats. Sheesh.” In a single pop, he jumped to his feet. “But seriously. I did find something great. And I refuse to show it to you before there’s food—good food, not this vending machine excuse—in my stomach.”
    She had to snatch at her purse to grab it off her desk because he was pulling her away. “Where are we going?”
    “Eat first, car wash later, if that’s what you’re asking.”
    It wasn’t what she was asking, but her mind zipped back to the pasta he’d made a couple of weeks ago. This guy knew what good food was. She could appreciate that quality in a man. The pasta had thawed her soul toward him by at least ten degrees. They came down the stairs and headed for the lot.
    Then again, this could be dangerous. More delicious food might continue the thawing process. “Hey, Zane? I appreciate the offer of dinner. You’re more than nice. But I think I’m pretty wiped out. Maybe I’ll just go home.” And skip whatever incredible meal he had planned, instead pulling a plastic film covered microwave meal from her freezer. Yeah.
    “Oh, no you don’t. A deal was a deal, remember?” From her hand, he snatched her key fob and clicked it. Camilla’s car made a chirp, and its lights blinked on and off as the doors unlocked. “Whoa. That one is yours? You drive a Beemer. Does Falcon know about this conflict of interest?”
    Camilla snatched at his hand to get her keys back. “We’ve discussed this, Zane. At length. But again, Falcon does know. And I assure you I’m still dispassionate about it.”
    “Right. Clearly.” Zane held the keys over her head, too high for her to jump and reach them. Jerk tall people. Why did they persecute the short?
    “I’m dialing the police. It’s going to be so embarrassing when one of our own staff attorneys on the case gets charged with BMW theft during the prosecution of a BMW theft case.”
    “You’d never do that. It’d expose you for the conflict of interest you have and endanger your standing with Falcon. It could ruin everything. You’d never do that.” He pushed her aside then led her around to the passenger door. “I’m not the type of guy who lets my girlfriend drive me around