Rafael couldn’t believe his ears as they talked outside the courthouse. “He really can’t come near me?”
He was in awe over what Daniel had done for him. It was the first good news he’d had about the whole thing in six months. The feelings he had been trying to hide all hit him in a rush, and he let out a laugh, but stopped it quickly. It felt like a million pounds had been lifted off his back, and he could finally let some of the tension roll off his body. Maybe the lawyer was on his side. Maybe there were people he could trust other than George. He wasn’t going to blindly believe it, but the possibility was out there, at least.
“No he can’t. If you’re harassed on your way to work or on the way home, or you see them following you, call me right away, and I’ll go to the Judge.” Daniel wore a smug grin while he kept his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks, and Rafael couldn’t help himself as his eyes drank in the lawyer’s form. The man’s cocky demeanor was unbelievably sexy. As the stress bled off him, he could focus on some of his other urges—like having this man on his knees in front of him.
“Thank you.” He held the attorney’s gaze, giving him a smile. “Now, how do we go about getting more proof? I don’t think my boss’ statement will be enough.”
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