(Lena)
We were barely out of the building before Diane spoke.
"He's serious," she said.
"I know he is."
"No I mean really serious," she said. "The kind of serious that doesn't move for anything."
"That's why he's good at what he does."
"That's not what I mean and you know it."
I kept walking toward the car.
"He's my lawyer Diane."
"He's your lawyer who looks at you like that," she replied. "I saw it. Don't tell me you didn't."
"I'm not afraid of him," I said.
Diane stopped walking.
I looked back at her.
She had that expression on her face. The one she got when something had just made complete sense to her.
"I can see why," she said. Then she looked back toward the building with a slightly unfocused look. "He's gorgeous Lena. Like unreasonably gorgeous. The kind of man you wri
