Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69

Freya froze, totally stone–faced.

She shoved his chest to peel him off, blurting, “Ryan, you big-”

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From the corner of her eye, she spotted the cops all lined up, munching on the drama like it was popcorn. She pivoted mid- curse in a panic.

“You… big creep!”

The shove morphed into these adorable little taps against his chest, more playful than furious. “We’re in a police station- dial back the lovey–dovey stuff.”

Then, in full view of the gawking officers, she ducked her face right into his chest.

From where they stood, it straight–up looked like she was blushing.

Ryan let out a low laugh and threaded his fingers through her hair. “Hah, turning all bashful on me now?”

Freya didn’t think twice–she chomped down on his shoulder.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “Shit—”

She yanked back immediately.

It wasn’t even a real bite, just a quick nip to blow off some steam. She wondered, ‘Why is he carrying on like I’ve taken a chunk out?

This guy’s playing it up again.’

Sure enough, he softened his voice. “Okay, okay–sorry I kept you waiting. That must’ve sucked. You holding up alright? Not scared?”

The cop snorted with a wry grin. “Scared? Her? Not a chance.”

He thought, ‘Kid’s got some nerve, sassing me right back.

In his years on the job, he’d seen his share of girls: some bawling their eyes out on arrival, others pleading endlessly to get cut loose.

Freya? Ice queen–cool–headed, methodically laying out the rules like she owned the place. First time he’d run into that.

Ryan fired back smoothly, “My apologies, everyone–didn’t mean to turn this into a rom–com. My wife’s super shy; strangers make her clam up and flush beet red.”

The cop was speechless.

‘Dude, Mr. Reed–reality check much?”

They scratched out the signatures, coughed up the bail money, and boom–Freya, snug under Ryan’s arm, strolled right out

the station doors.

The instant they hit fresh air, she wriggled free.

Ryan eyed his arm, left hanging like a limp noodle, and gave a theatrical sigh.

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Chapter 69

“Freya, already kicking me to the curb? Hit me up for the save, then pretend we don’t know each other?”

She marched on ahead.

Personal and professional–she kept ‘em worlds apart. Yeah, her and Ryan had clashed plenty in the past, but today? Ryan had pulled her ass out of the fire.

So she called back without breaking stride, “Let me buy you dinner. Least I can do for Mr. Reed’s heroics.”

He made a pouty face. “Your salary isn’t due yet. You planning to swipe Liam’s card? Nah–I’ll pass on the crumbs.”

“Heartbroken over his bank account? Fine, pro tip for the assist: Liam’s straight–arrow central, and hello–baby on board now. You’re chasing a dead end.”

Ryan just rolled his shoulders, trailing her lazily toward the lot. “No other favors in your arsenal?”

Freya stopped short. “Such as?”

“You catch those TV shows?”

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