My gaze drifted back to her. She was smiling radiantly while savoring a perfectly cooked piece of venison, animatedly sharing something with Connor.
"Yesterday, I won a really tough case," she was saying, her amber eyes bright with pride. "The evidence alone was over five hundred pages."
Connor listened patiently, cutting more meat for her, his ice-blue eyes gentle with interest. "What kind of case?"
"Defamation. I spent over a month gathering all the evidence with the client. It was exhausting, but worth it to win."
Her face glowed with excitement as she showed him a photo on her phone. "Look, the client even gave me a banner to thank me!"
She looked like a child flaunting a gold star—pure, proud, eager for praise. I'd never seen this side of her during our relationship. Or perh
