“And some would say love stinks.” Tanner chuckled at his own joke. “Now sex, on the other hand, that’s where it’s at.”

Jason joined them just as Tanner made his proclamation. “Really? That’s what you learned from me and Faith?”

“I learned not to pick up women on the side of the road,” Tanner said, grinning at his friend. He really was happy for Jason, even if the man’s future wasn’t something Tanner wanted for himself. “Congratulations,” he said seriously. “I wish you and Faith all the best.”

“Same,” Landon said.

Jason nodded his appreciation. “And I wish you two would find the right women to fill that empty hole you carry inside you.”

“Not happening,” Landon said.

“Agreed.” Tanner had his two best friends and himself to rely on. He didn’t need anything more. Or anyone.

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Scarlett Davis spent too much time in her little corner of the district attorney’s office not to personalize it and give the place some warmth. But not even the pretty succulent owl planters her best friend had bought for her birthday could make the dingy beige walls and linoleum floors bright and cheery. Still, she did her best to decorate and make her area feel like home. Even if her work was too important to worry about little things like atmosphere, she did what she could to brighten up her assigned space.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, dear Scarlett, you’d better come out and celebrate with me or I’ll cry boo-hoo,” her best friend and fellow assistant district attorney, Leigh Michaels, sang as she entered Scarlett’s office.

Scarlett shook her head and laughed at the pathetic attempt at a song. “That doesn’t rhyme, just so you know, but thank you for the birthday wishes. And the present. I love them,” she said, pointing to the owls she’d set out on the windowsill.

“You’re welcome.” The pretty brunette settled into the chair across from Scarlett’s desk, a metal piece of furniture that was identical to every other one in the office. “So? We’re going out tonight, right?”

With a sigh, Scarlett shook her head. “I can’t, Leigh. You know how much work these cases I’m assigned have been. Just because we secured one conviction doesn’t mean the other two are guaranteed.”

Scarlett was second chair in a series of high-profile New York Mafia cases. She’d been inundated with work for the last year as each one came closer to their trial date. Picking up a pen, she began rolling it between her hands.

“You need a break,” Leigh argued. “For all the work you’ve done and the way you’ve handled things, these might as well be your cases. Instead Kyle Morgan stands up and takes all the credit when everyone knows it’s your smarts and instincts that have won these victories.” She lowered her voice as she spoke, not wanting to get caught bad-mouthing someone higher up on the totem pole than she was.