*Daisy*
Sunday arrives. I wonder who will see after Ace's needs today. I had considered volunteering to stay behind, but I can't seem to get the feel of his chest off my hand, no matter how many times I scrub at it. I've decided that I need some time away to regain my bearings. I haven't seen him since he came to my rescue. I'm not sure if it would have been better if I had landed on my backside and he had laughed uproariously. I could have despised him for it, and it would have fueled my determination to bring him to task.
But instead, he occupies my mind in ways he shouldn't. His strong hand clutching my arm. Fingers tucking up my chin. His mouth lowering to mine. I'm supposed to be impartial, meant to have my client's best interest at heart. I should prove Ace's guilt, state clearly a
