The Law of Attraction by Kristi Gold Page A

those offices could be yours.”
    Daniel frowned. “Mine?”
    â€œYeah. I could use a good legal director. It would only be part-time in the beginning, but it could lead to bigger and better things. Of course, I know you have your sights set on the D.A. position, once Allan gives it up.”
    Yeah, Daniel did, but that wasn’t a guarantee he would be the party’s choice, especially if he happened to lose the Massey case. And with his current workload, not to mentionAlisha Hart as opposing counsel, that just might happen. Nah. He’d win, no matter what it took. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    Van slapped him hard on the back. “Good deal. I can’t keep the position open forever, but it’s going to take a few months to get this thing going, so you have some time to decide.”
    â€œI’ll do that.” Daniel really didn’t have any intention of doing any such thing. Heading up a legal team for a nonprofit organization, albeit a worthwhile one, didn’t seem like something he’d try. At least not at the moment.
    Right now he really wanted to find Alisha. He couldn’t risk seeming too friendly with her, but he could catch her long enough to have a casual conversation—and maybe invite her back to his place.
    He needed to get that thought out of his head immediately. Unfortunately he hadn’t been able to force her out of his mind. But if he wanted to do the prosecution of Massey justice, as well as focus on the Jamison case, he had to stop thinking about her. Too much to do, too little time—and a whole lot of distraction, he realized when he finally caught sight of her again.
    She stood near the double French doors leading outside, a glass of wine clutched in one hand and a sour look on her face as she spoke to some guy who seemed to be standing way too close to her. Her body language alone said she didn’t want him near her, yet he kept inching closer.
    Daniel saw an opportunity to intervene, although that was pretty damn dangerous when he realized the man’s identity. Troy Moreau, a high-dollar attorney and high-handed jackass, the same man rumored to have once been involved with Alisha. The guy had given the prosecutors in his office more than their fair share of trouble on more than one occasion of late.
    Daniel weighed his options carefully. If he approached Alisha, Moreau might take the hint and leave. Or he could stand his ground and stick around anyway. Daniel couldn’tbodily force the bastard to leave her alone, although the thought was tempting, considering Moreau now had his hand resting casually on the small of Alisha’s back. The gesture was too possessive, too intimate. If Alisha had given any indication she welcomed the attention, he’d stay right where he stood. But she hadn’t, and Daniel could no longer stand by and let her endure the advances one more minute.
    Just as he started forward, Alisha yanked Moreau’s hand away and spewed something Daniel couldn’t understand, but he knew she wasn’t telling Moreau to enjoy his evening. Worse, she looked visibly shaken as she stormed out the doors, leaving Moreau sporting a self-satisfied smile.
    Why he felt the need to rescue her, Daniel couldn’t say. Chances were, she didn’t need rescuing. But he could at least make sure she was okay.

Five
    â€œA re you okay?”
    Alisha recognized his voice all too well and suspected she knew why Daniel Fortune had arrived unexpectedly. Obviously her little scene with Troy had drawn unwanted attention, at least from the prosecutor now standing a few feet from her, arms draped over the veranda’s railing. Even his profile was striking. Striking a chord of longing in Alisha.
    She stared out at the sloping grounds to the intricate play yard positioned at the end of the hill. “Nice night, isn’t it? Not even cool enough for a jacket. I was just trying to remember how long it’s been since