Knowing exactly who Vance was talking about, Daniel turned to watch Bryn walk into the lawyer’s pit. Just as Vance had described, she looked more than capable of cutting down a man’s...ego. His, to be precise. She’d certainly been taking her best shot lately. A week had passed since the attack, and Bryn had recovered well. Too well. She’d returned to court the next day with her armor perfectly in place. Although she’d always been cool to him, she’d recently perfected the art of freezing him out. The morning after she’d returned to work, Daniel asked her how she was feeling. She actually snorted, shooing him off with a casual wave of her hand, as if being attacked in court was an every day affair for her. Then she pissed him off. “As if you care,” she said, then continued, saying, “What? Are you looking to cop another feel?” For one of the few times in his life, Daniel was speechless. Incensed, he wasn’t sure what he would do. Screw copping a feel.
