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Court Appointed
A Serving Love Story
Copyright © 2008 by Annmarie McKenna
ISBN: 1-59998-861-5
Edited by Sasha Knight
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Court Appointed
Annmarie McKenna
Dedication
To Bianca and Jo~ Thanks for the loads of information! I couldn’t have written this
without you.
And to Jennifer and John Michael~ Well, let’s just say I needed all the help I could
get. Thank you.
Court Appointed
Chapter One
The door at the back of the courtroom swung open, drawing His Honor, Jackson
Benedict’s attention despite the defendant’s very vocal tirade. A tirade which included
something about effectively removing Jackson’s balls.
Jackson took offense. He was rather attached to his boys and would prefer to keep
them right where they were.
Jesus. The guy had a set of lungs on him that rivaled a herd of elephants in full rant.
Jackson barely refrained from cringing at the slew of insults being flung at him. If he
weren’t already used to it coming from this scumbag, he might get more than just a tad
offended.
“That’s enough.” He slammed the gavel down with a crack, and for a split second,
silence reigned.
A slice of black drew his gaze to the back of the room again and this time, he did
cringe. What in God’s name was he doing here? St. Valentine had to be playing with
Jackson’s peace of mind. Why else would this particular man show up in his courtroom
today of all days? That it was Valentine’s Day didn’t escape his notice and Trey London
was a distraction he most definitely didn’t need. About the same height as Jackson,
Trey—with his rumpled black hair, clear blue eyes and tightly packed, muscled body—
was probably the epitome of every woman’s dream man. Unfortunately, he was also
Jackson’s.
His previously threatened balls tightened and his cock hardened in anticipation
beneath the zipper of his jeans and the flowing black robe. Jackson was suddenly glad his
alarm had failed to go off this morning, forcing him to forgo his usual ensemble of dress
pants and shirt for jeans and a long sleeve T. At least dressed this way, when he stood,
the firm fabric would keep his hard-on from tenting the robe, letting everyone know
where his thoughts had been.
Of course anyone here would assume he’d been thinking of a woman. Who knew
how long he’d be forced to endure the supposedly good-natured ribbing of those he
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