10 NoraStanding, Nora tilted her head back to make eye contact with Ian, the court reporter. A slender man in his twenties with a shaved head and studded ears, he topped six feet by at least six inches. His hip male appearance was unexpected.
Most court reporters she’d met were unobtrusive older women who faded into the woodwork.
Ian was a tasty contrast.
She lowered her gaze and studied the pattern in his Argyle sweater. She had to stop trying to distract herself and focus on the fight ahead.
Ian asked, “Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?”
“I do.” She reclaimed her chair beside Quinn at the table.
A water-beaded pitcher and an array of glasses clustered on a tray to her left. Beyond, Ian and his digital recording equipment partially blocked t
