Thirty-Three and a Half Shenanigans (Rose Gardner, #6)

His face lost all expression.

A man with dark brown hair walked over. He appeared to be in his thirties and was dressed in a button-down shirt and loosened tie. “Excuse me, Officer, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I observed the entire incident, and I’m not sure you have sufficient evidence to press charges.”

The security guard looked confused. “What?”

“I think you’re trying to invoke the Schenck case, and I assure you, that case has no precedence in this matter.”

Neely Kate was at a loss for words, and the security guy scratched his forehead, equally at sea. “Huh?”

“Miss . . .” The man’s blue eyes twinkled as he turned to Neely Kate. “I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name.”

“Neely Kate,” she fumbled out. “Neely Kate Colson.”

He turned back to the security guard. “Miss Colson did not announce to the room that she had Ebola. She merely asked what someone might have if they presented certain Ebola-like symptoms. To truly be comparable to the Schenck case, she would have had to tell everyone that she herself or someone else in the room had contracted the disease. Thus, you have no grounds to have her arrested. Any charges filed would never stand up in court.”

The security guard looked irritated. “And how do you know all this?”

The man broke into a wide smile and held out a hand. “Carter Hale, attorney at law.”

The guard studied the man’s hand and gave it a light shake before dropping it as though the attorney himself might have Ebola.

“I guess you’re right,” he grumbled. “But we’ll be watching out for you,” he told Neely Kate.

“Well, I hope you’re watching in about seven months when I come here to have my baby. Ronnie Jr.’s sure to make an entrance just like his momma.”

The guard didn’t look happy. “Thanks for the warning.” He walked over to talk to the rest of the people in the waiting room, who had crowded together on the other side, and assured them it was a false alarm.

Neely Kate turned to the attorney. “Thank you for calling me Miss and not ma’am, Mr. Hale.” She shuddered dramatically, then winked. “And thanks for helping me get out of that mess.”

“Honestly, I’m not sure why I did it,” he said. “Your announcement scared the hell out of me too, you know.”

Neely Kate cringed. “Sorry. I was trying to create a distraction, and it was the first thing that came to mind. I didn’t have much time to prepare.”

“Well, good job on creating a disturbance. I’ll be sure to seek you out should I ever decide to create a flash mob.”

“Thanks for helping me. For once we didn’t have to rope in Rose’s boyfriend or ex-boyfriend.”

He grinned mischievously. “And who might they be?”

I cringed. The last thing I needed was someone else in town thinking I was a “badge bunny.” “It doesn’t matter. Thanks for your help, Mr. Hale.”

“Please, call me Carter.” He held his hand out toward me.

“I’m Rose. Rose Gardner.”

“Nice to meet you, Rose Gardner.” I wasn’t sure I liked the recognition in his eyes when I shook his hand. At least he didn’t add that he’d heard a lot about me, even though I was sure it was true.

He leaned closer to us and stage-whispered, “I lied.”

“What?” Neely Kate asked.

“I think they could have convicted you in a court of law.”

Neely Kate put her hand on her hip. “Then why’d you help me?”

He laughed and held out his hands. “I’m a defense attorney. It’s in my blood, I guess. I just can’t help myself.”

Neely Kate gave him her best stare-down, and he didn’t flinch. Crappy doodles, he was good.

I turned to Neely Kate. “I’m not sure how long I’ll be here.” I purposely avoided using Mason’s name. “Do you want me to take you back to your car?”

“You don’t have to leave, Rose. I can find another way to the town square.”

“The town square, you say?” Carter asked, looking amused. “I’m headed that way to my office now. I can give you a lift.”

Neely Kate put her hands on her hips and gave him a sassy look. “What are you even doin’ here, anyway?” she asked. “Are you ambulance chasin’?”

“Neely Kate!” I gasped.

He chuckled before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a business card. “Here’s proof that I am who I say I am.” He pointed to the card. “You’ll notice right away that it says defense attorney and not ambulance chaser.”

“Oh, I know who you are,” Neely Kate said. “I’ve heard all about you.”

He laughed. “Is that so?”

“I’m married, Mr. Hale.”

“It’s only a ride to the courthouse. I’ve saved you from these fumbling fools who call themselves security officers. Surely I don’t plan to ravage you in broad daylight on the way to the courthouse.” He winked. “I’d save that for after dark.”

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