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decided to take a break.”<br />
A taut silence followed. Matt Nugent was the first to move. He dug into his pants pocket for<br />
change and started walking toward the row of vending machines at the far end of the hall. “Anyone<br />
else want a Coke? Judge Spencer?”<br />
“No thank you.”<br />
“Mr. Hunt?”<br />
“No.”<br />
“Nothing for me.” Neal Lester’s reply coincided with the chirping of his cell phone. He pulled it<br />
from his belt and checked the readout. “Excuse me.” He moved a few yards away and turned his back,<br />
seeking privacy to take his phone call, and leaving Holly essentially alone with Crawford Hunt.<br />
Besides that being inherently awkward, his physicality was intimidating. His boots added at least<br />
an inch and a half to his height, which was well over six feet. He had appeared in court wearing wellpressed<br />
blue jeans, a plain white shirt, black necktie, and a sport jacket.<br />
At some point since then, he’d discarded the sport jacket, loosened his tie, unbuttoned his collar,<br />
and rolled up his sleeves to just below his elbows. His hair was defying the slick-back treatment he’d<br />
given it only minutes ago. Straw-colored and thick, it seemed to have a will of its own.<br />
He went to stand on the other side of the hallway where he leaned with his back against the wall<br />
and glared at her. In her view, his animosity was unwarranted.<br />
Trying to break the ice, she said, “Are the Gilroys all right? Your mother-in-law was terribly<br />
upset when she was finally allowed to leave the courtroom after being questioned.”<br />
“She was shaken up pretty bad. Last I talked to Joe about an hour ago, she still hadn’t stopped<br />
crying.”<br />
“How traumatic it must have been for them.”<br />
He gave a grim nod.<br />
“And how is your daughter?”<br />
Visibly he tensed. “She’s on a sleepover with a neighbor lady and her granddaughter. I thought it<br />
would be best if she spent the night there. She wouldn’t understand why Grace and Joe are so upset,<br />
and I was tied up here.”<br />
Holly didn’t miss the deliberate implication that the sleepover had been approved by him, as<br />
though he was the decision maker where his daughter was concerned. The angle of his chin<br />
challenged her to dispute that.<br />
But at least she had gotten a few words out of him, even if they had been cursory. Believing their<br />
conversation was over, she turned her head aside.<br />
“What about you?”<br />
Surprised by the question, she looked back at him.<br />
He said, “You okay?”<br />
She was about to respond with the polite lie she’d been giving her colleagues and friends. I’m<br />
fine, thank you for asking. That’s probably what he expected her to say. But, surprising herself, she<br />
gave an uncharacteristic burble of nervous laughter. “Not really, no.” Perhaps because they’d shared<br />
the experience, she felt she could be honest with him.<br />
His eyes were the only animate part of him as he took her in from head to toe. Meeting her gaze<br />
again, he said, “I landed on you hard. Did I hurt you?”<br />
“No.” She accompanied her quick answer with a shake of her head.