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her reaction. “Wonder why he decided to move to Texas.”
    “Greener pastures,” Gabrielle said, finally sitting. Eyes narrowing, she drummed a pen on her desk.
    She was about to jump out of her skin with nerves, Devlin thought. He wondered if that was normal for her. “Could be. Or maybe he had a falling-out with his boss, Vito Donati. We’ll know more after we talk to him. Are you ready to go to the jail? See what Sabatino has to say for himself.”
    “There’s no need for us both to go,” she said.
    Devlin lifted an eyebrow and stared at her. “Do you want me to handle it alone?”
    “No! I mean, why don’t you let me handle it? You see what you can do about the hearing.”
    Dream on, sweetheart, he thought. He wasn’t handing this case over to her or anyone else. Not when it could gain either of them a partnership, or at the very least, a stronger position. “Better both see him first. He’s liable to get huffy when he realizes we aren’t both there. Makes clients feel important to have more than one lawyer.”
    “Suit yourself,” she said, shrugging. “I thought it might save time.”
    Save time, his butt. He noticed the way the muscles in her jaw tightened. She didn’t want him seeing Sabatino. Obviously, she wanted the case herself. Not two minutes ago she said she didn’t know or want to know anything about the Mafia, yet here she was trying to see Sabatino alone.
    He stood up. “Speaking of time, we’d better get over to the jail. Your car or mine?” he asked, smiling. Having learned the power of his smile early on, Devlin wasn’t above using it to charm a woman out of her secrets . . . or whatever else got between them.
    “Both,” Gabrielle said, grabbing her keys. “See you at the jail, Sinclair.”
    He shook his head ruefully, watching her leave. She didn’t seem to have any use for his fabled charms.
    Gabrielle drove to the jail on autopilot, thankful that the traffic was only mildly hideous. She wished she had the luxury of falling apart, but she didn’t have time—not with that sharp-eyed piranha watching her every move. She had better tread carefully around Devlin Sinclair. Dammit, she felt like a bug trapped in a glass jar. How much had she given away in Sid’s office with her unguarded reaction? Thank God, she hadn’t fainted.
    Franco Sabatino. Her hands tightened on the steering wheel. Why did he have to show up now, when her career was taking off? Fourteen years without a sound from him and now . . .
    Calm down and think, she told herself. Franco couldn’t have singled out CG&S by accident. He had to know it was the law firm she practiced with. Of course he did.
    Forgetting caution as usual, she scraped the bottom of her Dodge Stealth when she pulled into the parking lot across from the jail. That stupid dip at the lot’s entrance had cost her more money than she liked to think about.
    She took the only spot available, next to Sinclair’s silver-gray Beamer. He was leaning against the car door, hands in his pockets and legs crossed at the ankles, blond hair glinting in the sun. No wonder they called him Devil. Only a fallen angel could look so mouthwateringly good in hundred-degree heat. A tingle of pure lust shot through her veins. Idiot, she thought. This guy was her hottest competition.
    Oh, he was hot, all right. Irritated at the stab of unwelcome attraction, she slid out of her car and scowled at him.
    “You’re doing it again,” he said, taking her arm and walking beside her.
    “Doing what?” Did he think she was going to fall down in the parking lot? She tried to remember the last time a man had treated her so courteously. If his manners hadn’t seemed so natural to him, she would have been more suspicious of his motives.
    “Glaring at me,” he answered. “You’re about to give me a complex.”
    “I doubt that,” she said, but she felt a twinge of guilt. Didn’t the man have any faults? He was supposed to be a piranha in the courtroom. Who would’ve