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**unedited, subject to change**

Boomer shook hands with the each of the men he’d been meeting with.
“We’re looking forwards to taking care of all of your security needs. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call.”
He opened the door to the conference room and saw them to the lobby. He stopped at Candice’s desk and she smiled at him.
“How was the meeting?” she asked.
“Landed the contract,” he said, slapping Candice’s hand in a high five.
“Awesome. Way to go.”
He was just about to head to his office when Candice’s words stopped him. “DA Barnes is here to see you.”
He turned back to look at Candice.
“She’s here?”
“Conference room one,” Candice said, tilting her head in the direction of the room, a grin on her face.
When Trish heard him enter the conference room, she stood and turned to face him. His eyes landed on a large basket on the table. He inhaled deeply and a familiar scent hit his nostrils.
“District Attorney Barnes,” he said slowly, as he closed the door behind him. “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”
She took a step forward, nervously wringing her hands. “It seems that I’m the one who owes you.”
“Trish, you don’t–”
“Oh, but I do. Because of you showing up when you did, you kept me from making a complete ass of myself. I just knew when I woke up this morning that my...outing last night would be plastered all over the news. But thanks to your perfect timing it wasn’t.”
His eyes went back to the basket.
“Is that what I think I smell?”
She looked over her shoulder and then back up at him nodding. “You haven’t eaten yet have you? I figured I could bring lunch by as a thank you.”
“I appreciate that, and no I haven’t eaten yet.”
Even if he had, there was no way he was turning down her fried chicken.
Her face broke out into a wide grin. “Great!”
She turned back to the table and began taking containers out of the basket. He moved closer to her and said, “The only thing that would make this better is if you had some of your iced tea in there?”
She reached into the basket again and pulled out a thermos and handed it to him. Heat coursed through his body when his fingers brushed hers in the exchange. He knew she felt it too. Noticed the way her body stiffened. But she kept busy, pulling plates, cutlery and cups out of the basked.
They both filled their plates and Boomer looked up from his to find Trish watching him.
“I see you still have a huge appetite.”
“Sure do,” he said, winking at her. He made sure to hold her gaze long enough to let her know he wasn’t just referring to food.
After they’d eaten in silence for a while, Boomer asked, “What do you remember from last night?”
“Nothing really.” Her eyes grew wide and she asked, “I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?”
He paused from taking a bite of his chicken leg and smiled at her.
“If you would consider kissing me stupid, then–”
Trish gasped and heat flooded her cheeks.
“I didn’t!”
“Oh, you did.” Teasingly, he added, “You laid one on me.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“For what?” he asked. “This is me, Bee. Not some stranger.”
“Being in a drunk stupor isn’t how I imagined kissing you again,” she said under her breath.
Her words drew his eyebrow up. “You’ve imagined kissing me again?”
Her mouth fell open when she realized he’d heard her.
She shook her head as she stammered, “No...I mean...I–”
“I’ve imagined kissing you again too,” Boomer admitted.
His eyes went to her neck as she swallowed. “You...you have?”
“Ever since we danced together at the gala.”
May as well put it out there.
The tension in the room suddenly grew thicker as they continued staring at each other.
Trish’s blush deepened and she broke eye contact. She looked down at her plate and pushed the potato salad around her plate and his eyes went to her mouth as her tongue swiped across her lips. He wondered if she’d done it on purpose. She knew how much it drove him crazy. 
Changing the subject, she asked, “I didn’t do or say anything else...unbecoming, did I?”
He shook his head. “Nah.”
He looked up at her when she said, “Good. Ugh, I was so stupid last night. I haven’t been that drunk since I passed the bar.”
Boomer laughed remembering that time. “You were so messed up.”
“Hey, I busted my ass for that test. Especially after failing the first time.”
“I had no doubt that you’d pass the second time around.”
“You always believed in me.”
“Still do.”
Their gazes held for another long moment before she looked away and went back to her food.
“Woman, you still throw down in the kitchen.”
“Of course I do.”
“Be careful, or you might make me start thinking you like me again.”
When she didn’t laugh, he looked up at her.
Trish sighed. “I never stopped liking you, Dre. Things just...didn’t work out at the time.”
He wasn’t sure how to respond, so he just nodded and turned his attention back to his food.
They finished lunch and he helped her pack the basket up before walking her to the elevator.
“DA Barnes,” he said. “Thank you for the wonderful lunch.”
“And thank you for...you know.”
He nodded and watched as she got onto the elevator.
“Have a good day.”
“You too,” she said as the doors closed.
He walked back into the office and as he passed Candice, he heard her say, “You two looked cozy.”
“Did we?” he asked and then closed his office door before she tried to ask anymore questions.

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Newly appointed District Attorney Trisha Barnes is determined to win the biggest case of her career and nothing is going to stop her...not even her life being in danger. When Boomer Thompson steps up to protect her, Trisha quickly realizes that the man who once had her heart, just might still have it.

Boomer never thought Trisha would ever be back in his life, but here she is and she needs him now more than ever. He’ll do everything in his power to keep her safe, but he realizes that he’s also in danger...of falling in love with her all over again.