Meredith had suggested dining somewhere a bit fancier, but Caleb had said the Lobster Shack was fine. She considered offering to pick him up and drive him to the unpretentious seafood café, which stood on one of the wharfs where fishing boats docked at the end of their runs, but that would make this dinner seem like a date. And it wasn’t. There was nothing romantic going on between her and Caleb, nothing at all. She was simply doing what she could—what he would allow—so she could repay her debt to him. That she found Caleb Solomon ridiculously attractive was irrelevant. He wasn’t her type. He was a lawyer, after all. Every lawyer she’d ever known valued winning over the truth. It was all about winning, not about seeking justice. Of course there were noble lawyers, passionate and moral in their fight to protect the civil rights of citizens, to defend freedoms, to remove heinous villains from society so they could no longer hurt anyone. But most lawyers were like her father, her brother, and her brother-in-law, interested not in righting wrongs but in winning, winning, winning.
