Jerry grins. “Throw in some glazed donuts and I’m out of here.”
I laugh as I shake his hand. “Thanks for your help tonight.”
“No problem. The morgue boys should have the, uh…” he frowns. “The other ones out of your yard in an hour or so.”
I thank him again, and Sam closes the door to my study behind him.
“Fuck, Colton. C’mon! You don’t talk to the fucking cops before I—”
“It’s fine, Sam,” I chuckle. “Jerry’s a friend.”
He growls, striding to my bar cart and pouring two huge glasses of scotch.
“Here, cheers,” he growls.
“Cheers.”
He winks. “It’s great to see you, buddy. By the way.”
“Same, man. Been way too long.”
He sighs. “Okay, so, no bullshit. I’m putting my attorney hat on, and this is all client privilege.” He eyes me. “That girl you called me about. The student.”
My jaw tenses.
“That was her here tonight, wasn’t it?”
I’m silent, and Sam swears.
“Jesus, Colton.”
“It’s not like that,” I growl.
“You’re fucking a student,” he mutters.
“I’m not just fucking her,” I spit back. “And watch your mouth with her.”
He glares at me. “C’mon, man. What are you, in love with her?”
My look hardens, and Sam’s brows go up.
“You can’t be serious. Fuck, are you serious?”
“And if I am?”
He groans. “Then we’re in much bigger trouble here.” He sighs. “Colton, as your lawyer, walk away. From her, from this shit with her dad. I’m serious man, just leave it.”
I shake my head. “I’m not doing that.”
He growls.
“You’re a stubborn asshole, you know that, right?”
“So I’ve been told.” I smile thinly. “Probably by you.”
“Yeah but when I said it, you had two of your fingers plugging a bullet hole in my side.”
“And where would you be now without this stubborn asshole?”