Free Hands on Justice [The Service Club 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) by Tonya Ramagos

than ten zillion mistakes she had made when it came to those two men.
    A sharp rap at her office door sent the questions flying from her mind. The door opened almost immediately, and Cade walked into her office, closing the door behind him.
    Justice’s pulse thudded in her ears. Instant heat spread through her system, beading her nipples, slickening her cunt, puckering her ass, and stroking her simmering temper to the point of near boiling.
    His cowboy boots thudded softly on the tiled floor as his powerful legs clad in dark denim carried him to her desk. His wide biceps stretched the short sleeves of a pale blue shirt that brought out the sugary molasses of his eyes. Devastatingly handsome and pumping with confidence and authority, he sat in the vacant chair across from her desk without invitation and propped one booted ankle on the opposite knee.
    “Come on in and make yourself at home, counselor,” Justice said dryly, not attempting to hide an ounce of her anger from her expression or her tone. She did hope to hide her continued arousal, though. Unfortunately, from the keen perceptiveness in the steady gaze he pinned her with, she knew she failed miserably.
    “It seems I just did,” he said with a cockiness that only made her want to slap him given her current anger with him.
    Justice covered her computer mouse with her hand and clicked the screen, pretending to close a document that wasn’t open as if she had been busy working when he walked in rather than sitting there beating herself up over her indiscretions.
    “Why are you here? I wasn’t aware we had an appointment this morning.”
    “We don’t,” Cade drawled smoothly. “I don’t need one.”
    “Then you won’t mind when I tell you I don’t have time to talk right now. It’s Friday. I have a butt load of things to get done if I want to stand half a chance at getting the weekend off.”
    “Part of my reason for being here concerns some of that work you need to get done. Thomas Waverly will begin psychiatric evaluations Monday with the county psychiatrist. His expert testimony will be part of our defense at the trial should you decide not to accept a plea bargain.”
    “And you’re so sure his expert testimony won’t lean more to my favor than your client’s?”
    “I’m positive of it.”
    “You’re planning to plead temporary insanity.” She had expected it. After Cade’s statements to Thomas Waverly’s mental instabilities Wednesday night, she had figured the insanity plea would be the defense Cade would choose.
    “If the results of his evaluations are conclusive, which I’m certain they will be, yes, that is my intent.”
    “It won’t fly. Thomas Waverly lived for twenty-five years on the Circle M Ranch and showed no signs of mental instability. To all of the county, he was just another cowboy with a mother who was accidently murdered and a father who committed suicide when Thomas was barely out of diapers. His grandfather raised him on the Circle M and, along with the Ducote family, gave him the best life he could.”
    “Until things in that life brought the turmoil of that long-ago night to the surface and built inside him to the point of consuming all rational thought,” Cade countered.
    “Things in that life,” Justice repeated, lifting a brow. “Things like the Service Club. People like Justin and Ben, the Rylon brothers, you and Grant.” She leaned back in her chair and laced her fingers over her belly. “You realize if you go with this defense that somewhat secret club of yours will be complete public knowledge?”
    “I realize that the club is not some secret little society in the first place. People already know. They know who is affiliated with the club and the lifestyles we lead. Most choose to turn a blind eye. Others look at it with disdain. That’s not my problem. Neither is it my client’s.”
    “You’re willing to put the blame for Thomas Waverly’s actions on your own friends, on yourself to keep the man