She was prepared to risk her pain, but she wanted to make sure that Jerry understood what it was going to cost her if his next rant turned vitriolic.A...ter a long silence, Jerry said, "Love, until this morning I couldn't absorb what you'd said about your time in the trailer being hard on you. My mother would have loved it. I know I'll never want to hear about the times you didn't hate, but if you share your pain with me, I promise that I'll never taunt you with them. It wouldn't make much sense. It had been over five years since I'd left the Practice with Pete. We'd had a settlement of my lawsuit and I'd won half a million dollars from him, plus I'd waged war in open court against him, humiliating him, my ex-wife Melody and embarrassing him in the local paper and before those in the courtroom.It was but a distant bad memory for the people of my past life. I'd been quiet and nothing much had been heard from me nor had I heard from them in those years.I did still have a key to Pete's. “We should have done this near a toilet,” I remarked.“Probably,” Sondra said with a laugh. I felt her lift my arm outward slightly – and the smell from my underarm actually made the stench worse. I wondered how she could stand to be close to it and turned my head to ask.The question never got to my lips. I saw my shoulder and immediately lost the thought.It was a mess. The old faded scar had run from front to back. Now a new one, still purple and angry looking, resided a few centimeters outward. A broad-shouldered man sat comfortably on a stool, strong arms resting on the polished wood. Their eyes locked and held. He smiled."I haven't seen dancing like that since a trip to Cabo a dozen years ago." Thanks." She couldn't think. Cash stared at him, lips parted. A frisson of fear or excitement ran down her spine. Maybe both."You've got some serious moves." His eyes gleamed. Dark stubble framed a smirking mouth. "The kind men pay to see."She crossed her arms. Her eyes narrowed. "How did you.