The rest of the dinner passed in a blur of laughter and sharp, witty banter. By the time the dessert plates were cleared, I'd decided—I wanted her on my side. Permanently.
I leaned forward, my voice dropping into a more serious tone, though my smirk never faded. "You know, Lorena," I said, my fingers tracing the rim of my glass, "I'd feel a lot better knowing I have you in my corner."
I met her gaze, my expression turning intent. "What do you say to being my lawyer here in Mexico? Name your fee. I'll pay it."
Lorena studied me for a long moment, her dark eyes calculating, weighing the pros and cons in that brilliant mind of hers.
Then, slowly, she nodded. "I think that could be arranged," she said, her voice smooth, professional. "I'll draw up a contract. We can meet tomorrow to finalize the details."
"Perfect," I said, my grin widening.
