Palmer scrutinized me. “You’re gonna lose your job fuckin’ with the boss like that.” I shook my head. Sometimes my brother really wore on my nerves. Couldn’t he see what I saw tonight? How kind and gentle Carlton had been? “He just needs a friend, that’s all. He said his therapist thinks he needs social interaction.” Palmer was strewn across the sectional in our living room, a video controller in one hand and his cell phone in the other. Sometimes I forgot that he was only twenty. His eyebrows clinched as he stared at me, “That man wants more from you than friendship, Liz. He’s such a freakin’ hunk that I bet he fucks all the new lawyers.” His hand went to his chest in faux distress, “I’m not sayin’ that’s a bad thing, I’d do him. All I’m sayin’ is that you aren’t the type to be one of his many women. You haven’t even dated since you caught that cheatin’ bastard Benton.” “I know, I know. I just don’t think he’s the playboy you think he is.
