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jokes.   The one who couldn’t keep his hands off of you.   The stud upstairs at that courthouse.”
    “You
mean Marsh?”
    Sal
glanced at her, and then back at the road.   Who the hell was Marsh?
    “He’s
an attorney I know,” she answered his unasked question.   “Well, I don’t really know him.   You remember that lawyers convention I
attended in Seattle?”
    “What
are you nuts?   Of course I remember
it!   That convention marked the beginning
of our beautiful relationship.”
    And it is beautiful , Gemma thought.   “Marsh was there,” she said.   “Marshall Denning.”
    “So
you guys struck up some kind of friendship at the convention?”
    “Not
really, no.   He tried to hit on me,
twice.   I turned him down, twice.   We talked a few times after that about the
law itself.   Good conversation.   And that was the sum total of it.”
    Sal
knew the guy was interested in Gemma just by the way he was looking at
her.   He was glad she understood it
too.   “You see him often?” he asked her.
    “Often,
no.   Not ever actually.   He’s in town on a case.   He works out of Philly.   Or is it Baltimore?   Or DC?”
    “Gem!”
    “DC,
I think.   I told you I don’t know him
like that.   But at any rate, he wants us
to meet and discuss the case he’s working on.”
    That
didn’t sit right with Sal.   “A guy who
hits on you every chance he gets wants to meet with you?”   He looked at her.   “I don’t think so.”
    “You
don’t think what?”
    “I
don’t think you’re going to be meeting with him.”
    “He
wants to consult on jurisdiction, Sal.   If Marsh or any other attorney wants to consult with me to help his
client, I’m not going to refuse to help.   Especially since it’ll be a paid consultation.   If he gets out of his lane, I know how to put
him back in.”
    Sal
gripped the steering wheel.   “It’s not
about whether or not you can put him back in his place.   It’s about a man being a man.   Just leave that guy alone.”
    “Don’t
sign that next contract.”
    Sal
frowned.   “What next contract?”
    “The
one the Gabrini Corporation plans to sign.   Don’t sign it.”
    Sal
didn’t get it.   “And why the hell not?”
    “Because
I don’t want you to.”
    “What
the fuck you know about any contracts I’m signing?”
    “Nothing.   What the fuck you know about any
consultations I might or might not need to have?”
    Sal
had to smile.   “It’s not the same.   This guy likes you.”
    “Oh,
and Shannon, your right hand girl, the woman you used to date but now works in
your office with you on your personal staff, doesn’t?”
    Sal
didn’t like where this was going.   He
stopped at a red light and turned to her.   “It’s not the same,” he said again.
    “The
thing is, Sal, you run your business, and you’ve got to let me run mine.   Just like you won’t allow me to come up in
your office telling you what you can and cannot do, you have to afford me the
same courtesy and respect.   You have to.”
    Sal
looked at her.   What was he doing?   Gemma could handle some stud.   Why was he feeling insecure about that?   He placed her hand in his.   And smiled.   “You’re right,” he said.   “You
only get to be right once a year,” he added, and Gemma laughed.   “So cherish it.”
    “I
will,” she said.   He leaned over and kissed
her on the lips.   She thought it would be
a peck, but when they were about to separate he pulled her back toward him and
kissed her longer.   When the car behind
them started blowing the horn, and Sal looked up and realized the light had
turned green, he pulled off.  
    But
not before giving the guy the bird in the rearview mirror.   “Asshole,” he said into that same mirror, as
he pulled off.
    Gemma
smiled and shook her head.   She wasn’t
exactly dating Mr. Meek and Mild, she once again reminded herself.   Then she looked out of the window and thought
about what would happen once he