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at the floor noticing that Judge Morton had a beautiful oriental rug in his office.
    Judge Morton sat down in his large leather chair behind the desk. “I talked to your Daddy last night. He heard about your arrest. Mr. Harrison and I talked to him again this morning too.” Avery rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling. Of course, he would do this. He always had his finger in everything.
    “God, I knew he would do this! He always interferes. What did he say?”
    Judge Morton just stared for a minute. his jaw clenching. “He was worried about his only daughter. He wanted to make sure you were safe and not harmed in the county jail.” He looked at her over his glasses, then continued. “And then he asked that we not charge you with a felony. He’s requesting that there be no record, jail time, or probation. However, there is still the issue of a fine for your crime.”
    Avery nodded. She hated that her father intervened. But then again, she probably wouldn’t have to worry about paying a fine. Her parents would pay for the fine and she’d be able to continue on her merry way. Maybe she’d get a little lecture or something, too. Nothing she couldn’t handle.
    “How much is the fine, Sir?”
    “It will be eight thousand dollars. At least.” The Judge slid the formal court document across the top of the desk toward her, so she would see it in writing.
    “Jesus! Are you fucking kidding?” Avery started to stand up. “I don’t—“
    “Sit. Down. Young lady.” Preston’s voice was almost a growl. “You will not speak to the Judge in that tone of voice using those words. Apologize, now.”
    Avery immediately sat down, swallowing loudly, her throat tight. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had spoken to her in that tone of voice. The firmness in his voice made her heart race, and she stared at her shaking hands for a moment, a blush heating her cheeks.
    “I’m sorry, Judge.” She looked at Judge Morton through her eyelashes then glanced toward Preston.
    What did tall, dark and handsome say his last name was again? Harrison?
    Preston reached over, patting her hands. “Okay. You mind your manners in the Judge’s chambers. Now, let’s discuss your fine and the rest of your punishment.”
    The way he said that, she felt so… chastised . It’d been years since she’d felt that way. Her father had always doted on her, and as his only daughter he’d gone to great lengths to see that her wants and desires were met. As he used to say, “What’s the use in having money if you can’t spend it on your only daughter?”
    And she was more than happy to oblige him.
    Avery looked at Judge Morton; it was easier to look at him than looking at Preston. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt a little unsure of herself and unable to look Preston in the eyes. He was just so intense .
    “So, I can call my father and have him send you a money order or transfer the money into an account here at the County.”
    Judge Morton leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Well, we talked to your Daddy about this. We’ve come up with an alternative that we all feel will be in your best interest.”
    Avery stared at Judge Morton, then turned and looked at Preston. Avery had a sinking feeling these men had decided something that would be distinctly not to her liking.
    Preston cleared his throat, glancing at Judge Morton before turning in his chair to speak to Avery. “We’ve decided that you should work off your fine. Since your fine is eight thousand dollars, that would mean about six months of labor. Logically it would make sense to use the skill set you’ve come to us with — which currently is housecleaning.”
    Avery was shocked. They were going to use her housecleaning skills to pay off her fine? Is that where this was going?
    “I recently purchased a historic home and the elderly couple who owned it before me neglected cleaning some of the rooms and buildings on the property. I desperately need a