yet."
"Consider this practice."
She wanted to grumble, but even though she was annoyed, his concern for her wellbeing warmed her. "I came here to figure out if you were good enough for Freya."
He studied her in silence before he said, "And your verdict?"
She threw her hands in the air. "I didn't get to ask you nearly as many questions as I would have liked. You kept turning the tables."
"Sorry," he said insincerely.
She ignored him. It seemed the thing to do to a would-be brother. "But I like you, and Freya liked you that one day you guys hung out together. She liked you a lot."
"And then she couldn't wait to get away from me."
"Only once she found out you were a lawyer."
"A lawyer?" He frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"
It had everything to do with everything. "Our dad was a doctor, and one of his patients sued him because she got nerve damage in a procedure. Dad's lawyer promised him everything would be fine right up to the moment Dad lost everything, including his license."
"I still don't understand what that has to do with me."
"Dad's lawyer misled him. Between his fees and his crappy advice to go to court instead of settling, we lost all our money, including most of our parents' life insurance." She swallowed a thick lump that rose in her throat. "Dad was so upset after the verdict that he lost control of the car on the way home from court. He and Mom died instantly. Freya says it was an accident, but sometimes I think she's just protecting me, because it'd suck if Dad meant to..."
He nudged her shoulder. "If Freya thinks it was an accident, then it was an accident."
She looked into his eyes and any doubts she may have had dissolved. "You're not bad, even if you are a lawyer."
He grinned. "Thanks. I think."
She gripped his hand. "So you get why Freya freaked when she found out you were a lawyer, right? The bastards took everything from her, and then she was stuck trying to raise a bratty little sister instead of going to college like she'd planned."
"Yes, I'm beginning to get it."
"We just have to get Freya to realize what a good guy you are." She frowned. "You are a good guy, right?"
The corner of his mouth twitched. "I think so."
"That's what I think too." She slapped her palms down on the counter. "Excellent. You pass. Let's do this thing."
"Oh no." He shook a finger at her. "We aren't doing anything. This is none of your business."
She blinked. "Excuse me?"
His expression turned serious. "Whatever happens is between me and Freya. There is no we here."
"But—"
"No," he said resolutely. "I'm grateful that you explained to me why Freya suddenly turned off after I told her what I do for a career, but I'll run with this on my own."
"Because you've had such great results with her so far?" she asked sarcastically.
"I'm getting to her."
"Slowly, but she's putting out an ad while we speak." She leaned forward urgently. "She's smart and funny and caring and hot . Do you really think some other guy won't see that and try to pull her away before you get past her defenses?"
"What's your part in this? Why do you care so much?"
"Because I want her to be taken care of for a change, and I want her to be happy. I think you're up for the job."
Greg's eyes narrowed. "And?"
"And nothing."
His gaze pinned her, not letting her squirm out of answering.
"Okay, fine. Drag it out of me." She threw her arms in the air. "I want to go to law school."
"It's all becoming clear now."
"But it's also that the only time I ever see Freya as impassioned and alive as she used to be is when she's around you. I'm hoping you'll be good for her."
He nodded. "I admire that, but I don't think she'd like you to interfere in her life."
Anna grinned. "She'd be totally pissed."
"But that's not going to stop you."
"Hell no. I'm doing this for her own good."
"What are you doing?" he asked suspiciously.
"I'm going to help her see that the other guys aren't as good for her as you are." If she could make Freya