The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(7)

Fergus pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and began clicking through various screens. “I know the one you mean.”

Cam finished his coffee and put his cup down, waiting patiently as Fergus scrolled down page after page on his phone.

“Here we go. Daisy’s Garden Store and Restaurant.”

“You know she probably has to work lots of evenings. You’ll need inside information on which evenings she’ll be free to go to out with us,” said Cam.

“Oh, good point. Let’s go ask Ambrielle to sound out her assistant or clerk or whoever it is who keeps her calendar.”



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Sierra had her calendar set up so she could access it using either her cell phone or her computer, and her secretary could also update it. The calendar was intricately color coded with times in court blocked out in red, time in the barrister’s rooms in blue, meetings with her clients in gold, other meetings in green, and a rainbow of colors for less important meetings and events that could be cancelled or moved if court appointments were altered.

So she was intrigued when she checked her phone and a purple event popped up for the following night. Purple was code for “I haven’t accepted it, but I really should go if possible” and was commonly used for parties being given by important clients.

She clicked on the purple line and read, Daisy’s 8:00 p.m. Fergus and Campbell.

Fergus was the delicious redhead at the clinic, but who was Campbell? Was he a potential client? No, wait, he worked at the clinic, too. Of course that didn’t mean he wasn’t a potential client. After all Oscar was a client but…She rather thought this was a social event not a work one. Well, she’d see how she felt about it. It might be nice to spend time with the luscious man. It certainly wouldn’t be hard to sit opposite him and look at him for an hour or two.

Impulsively she clicked on it again and wrote down the cell phone number then texted Fergus—well she supposed it was Fergus, but it might have been Campbell—Thnx CU @ 8.

So what would she wear? Her arm had already started healing, but she wasn’t going to make the mistake of showing it in public yet and having anyone ask about it, not even the nurse who’d noticed it was infected. Daisy’s didn’t require a floor-length dress so perhaps she’d wear a long skirt and a jacket. That way no one would comment on her arms being covered.

Having dealt with the matter, Sierra pushed it from her mind and pulled an enormous file into the center of her desk. Oh yes, ABC Constructions. A total pain in the ass, but far too profitable to turn over to one of her associates to deal with. She stopped and a made herself a note to check back on the situation with the clinic. She was certain she had it totally under control, but she didn’t quite trust George Thorne and it was better to double-check every step of the way. Then, sighing, she opened the file to see what problem had arisen now.



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Fergus was well aware that finding out whether or not Sierra really was interested in spending time with him and Cam, and whether or not they were all a good match, was going to be immeasurably harder than just a regular date. For a start, Sierra was not only smart, but her lifestyle involved hiding her feelings and only showing on her face and in her body language what the people watching her were expecting to see and wanting to hear.

So how the fuck was he, a humble wolf, supposed to crack her shell and get under her skin enough to know whether or not she really liked them and was interested in exploring the concept of having a relationship?

She would be very used to controlling her anger and focusing her energies and she would undoubtedly also ensure alcohol didn’t affect her decision making, so the best tactic would be making her happy and getting her laughing and relaxed. Although it was possible, she would still be very controlled. To know what she was like though, he really needed her to be herself. But then again, maybe being so very controlled, as she’d been at the clinic, was her being herself. It was hard to know. But he was going with the happiness theory for now.

With that in mind he sat down to think about how to have her relaxed and talking to them, really talking. Again it was tough, but he hoped he had some ideas at least.

Maintaining the theory of being themselves, he didn’t ask Cam what he planned to wear. He simply wore what he felt comfortable in for the evening. Since it was a casual sort of place, for him that meant nice jeans and a blue button-down shirt. Also, he and Cam lived on opposite sides of town, so carpooling didn’t really make much sense. He arrived ten minutes early, parked in the parking lot, then lounged against a tree right at the entry to Daisy’s.