She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, glaring at her reflection. “Craze.” Just saying his name out loud was intense enough. Her body reacted to every thought, every memory, keeping her hot and wet, her mind befuddled. Today she simply couldn’t afford to be anything but spot on. She’d worked too hard on the case. The illustrious Mr. Martin was going to be convicted of murder. Period. Her thoughts drifted to Craze once again, the last conversation they’d had. She’d wondered more than once what he did for a living. She’d deduced he was a professional, an engineer or accountant. No, he had far too much flair and imagination to be an accountant. What if he was also an attorney? Gripping the counter she exhaled slowly, her instinct kicking in. “Oh no fucking way.” Why the hell hadn’t she required him to give her his real name? The same reason you didn’t give him yours. “Ugh.” A quick glance at her phone and she couldn’t help but wonder where he was, what he was doing.
