Ginger worked to keep her hands at her sides instead of fidgeting with the folder she’d brought with her or adjusting her clothes. She’d already pulled down her already perfectly flat shirt.
She could feel the magnetism of Nate, and she also had to work not to turn and stare at him. Whispers ran through the courtroom, though there weren’t very many peopl…
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