“You know, when I was walking over here, I started to think how getting busted turned out to be a pretty lucky break.” He lifted her hand, brushing his thumb over her knuckles before toying with her fingers. His eyes never left hers. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t have needed such a great-looking lawyer.”

“Nick, I’m twenty-six.” It wasn’t what she’d meant to say, or how she’d meant to say it, but he only tilted his head.

“Yeah? So?”

“And I’m your court-appointed guardian.”

“Kind of an interesting situation.” His smile spread. “It’ll be over in about five weeks.”

“I’ll still be seven years older than you.”

“More like six,” he said easily. “But who’s counting?”

“I am.” Frustrated, she started to rise, then realized it would be best if she stayed in the position of authority behind the desk. “Nick, I like you, very much. And I meant what I said when I told you I wanted to be your friend.”

“You can’t let the age thing bother you, babe.” When he rose, she realized she’d miscalculated by staying behind the desk. When he came around to sit on the edge of it, she was trapped between him and the wall.

“Of course I can. I was in college when you were starting puberty.”

“Well, I’ve finished now.” He grinned and traced his finger down her cheek. And his eyes narrowed. “Is that a bruise?”

“I ran into something,” she said, and tried again. “The bottom line is, I’m too old for you.”

He frowned at the bruise another minute, then lifted his eyes to hers. “I don’t think so. Let me put it this way. Do you figure a woman shouldn’t get tangled up with a guy six years older than she is?”

“That’s entirely different.”

“Sexist,” he said clucking his tongue. “Here I figured you’d be all for equal rights.”

“Of course I am, but—” She broke off with a hiss of breath.

“Gotcha.”

“Regardless of age—” since that wasn’t working, she thought “—I’m your guardian, and it would be wrong, certainly unethical, for me to encourage or agree to anything beyond that. I care about what happens to you, and if I’ve given you the impression that I’m interested in anything more than friendship, I’m sorry.”

He considered. “I guess you take your work pretty seriously.”

“Yes, I do.”

“I can dig it. No pressure, right?”

Relief made her sigh. “Right.” She rose, giving his hand a quick squeeze. “You’re all right, Nick.”

“You too.” They both looked around when her phone began to shrill. “I’ll let you get back to serving justice,” he told her, then had her mouth dropping open as he brought her hand to his lips. “Five weeks isn’t so long to wait.”

“But—”