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Mickey Hughes had sought her out.
He made no attempt to hide why.
“I want you on my team. You’re beautiful and you smell good, and you know we’ll kick their asses. Which one do you want to go to?”
The Moot Court meeting had only just ended, and Sarah was looking over the list of national competitions taking place that fall. There were ones all over the country, each focusing on different areas of the law. The one that caught her eye was a patient confidentiality issue in a health law case. The competition would take place at Southern Illinois University School of Law at the beginning of November.
“That’s the one I’m doing,” she said, pointing to the description.
Mickey gave it a quick read. “Fine. Great. Whatever. Let’s go grab a beer.”
Sarah glanced around the room at the other p
