He was smiling broadly now and Lesa noticed how drop-dead gorgeous he was: Hair the color of golden honey, aqua - blue eyes and straight, white teeth. His khakis and golf shirt suggested a well-built, muscular body.
Red flag waving. I was a sucker for this once.
“Uh oh,” Brett said. “Did I strike a nerve?”
“Not really. I was a legal assistant for many years and that brings back memories.”
“Good ones, I hope.”
“Memories of files being shoved into lawyers’ hands as they scurried off to court.”
“Guilty, I confess. I bet being a photographer is more fun.”
“‘way more,” she said smiling.
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