“That’s what insurance is for, sweetheart,” he chuckled in her ear. She enjoyed the sound. His voice was magical; she was immediately drawn in by it. He would make an exceptional trial lawyer; no jury would stand a chance. He would give his final arguments and the jury would probably give him a standing ovation. He took her arm and led her inside. She had no idea how he did it, but he found an upscale Mexican restaurant on the outskirts of the city. She’d never heard of the place, much less eaten there. But several couples waited on the front porch enjoying the summer evening, and the bar was nearly full. He placed his name on the waiting list, and they took a seat at the bar. He ordered a Mexican beer, and she ordered a margarita. He gazed at her longingly, and after several moments took a sip of his beer. “So Mexican is your favorite, huh?” She shrugged. “Ask me tomorrow and it might be something different,”
