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.
Lesa sighed.
“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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