Chapter 4

“You’re too damn pretty now, buddy. I liked you better in T-shirts and cheap, no-brand jeans. But then that guy couldn’t do for me what you’re able to do, could he?”

Garth shrugged, disturbed by something in Peter’s gaze, by the words which were spoken in an almost wistful tone. “The old saw about the clothes make the man, I guess. Clients like you, who are among the ranks of celebrities, expect a lawyer to look a certain way, especially a successful one. I have to maintain an image, just like you do.”

Peter had the grace to lower his gaze and grin, more than a little abashed. “Point taken.”

They proceeded toward the closed outer door, Garth in the lead. Suddenly Garth was stopped in his tracks as Peter gasped his shoulders from behind in a talon-like grip and halted him.