Cady shook her head. “The law is the law. As the officer pointed out, there were eleven signs. I ignored them, so I have to pay the ticket. I’ll see you tonight. Did you ever go back there, Boomer?”

“Just the other day. It doesn’t look the same.”

“No, it doesn’t. I don’t want to hold you up. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Uh-huh. You bet. Let’s do casual, okay? I don’t feel like decking out in a suit unless you want me to impress you.”

“Casual it is. You might want to peruse the contents of that letter before your meeting.”

Mac walked around the room sniffing. Damn, she smelled good. Little Cady Jordan all grown-up.

The smile on his face stayed with him all day long.

Next stop, the offices of Peter Danson, Esquire.

It was a nice setup, Cady thought as she walked up the driveway to the law offices of Pete Danson. No overhead, since the building was on his own property. No cars on the streets because he provided ample parking in the back. Pete must be doing well for himself.

If anything surprised her, it was that neither Boomer nor Pete was married.

She opened the door and walked in. The reception area was small, with just a desk and four burgundy leather chairs for clients. A table with a plant and law periodicals sat in the corner.

“Stacy, will you bring me the Lassiter file. I want to go over it before Mr. Lassiter and his wife get here.”

Cady looked around for the elusive Stacy. She shrugged as she followed the voice, and knocked tentatively on the side of the door. “Stacy isn’t out there.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. And you are…?”

He looked delicious, good enough to eat in his dark suit, white shirt, and red tie. Damn if he didn’t actually look like a lawyer. He was as tall as Boomer, perhaps a tad leaner, and his hair was just as blond as it had been when he was ten. He did look…scrumptious. Oh yeah. She felt herself blushing.

“Cady Jordan, Pete.” She held out her hand and quickly withdrew it when he made no move to reach for her hand. He stared at her, his eyes blinking rapidly.

“Cady! I can’t believe it’s you. I’ve been thinking about you all week. I was going to call you.”

“Was going to doesn’t count. You have to pick up the phone and dial the number. I think that’s the way it works.” She smiled. “It’s nice to see you again, Pete.”

“God, yeah. You look great. We all grew up.”

“Now that’s an observation if I ever heard one.”

“Sit down, Cady. Can I get you some coffee? It’s fresh.”

“I’m coffeed out this morning. I just took a chance you wouldn’t be in court. I just wanted to touch base and say hello. I wasn’t even sure you would remember me. We had some good times back then, didn’t we?”

“We sure did. What brings you back here, Cady? Are you here to stay, or is this just a visit?”