"Feel," Eva's barrister said, not taking the bait. He placed his hand over his chest, but there was nothing swoon-worthy in his mean, piggy eyes.
"I like him, I guess," I said.
"Do you find him attractive?"
"Objection."
"Basis?"
"Leading question."
"Sustained," the judge said. The judge leaned back and scrutinized my body language.
"How," Eva's barrister said, accentuating the magic word that would allow his question into evidence. "How do you feel about the plaintiff's HUSBAND, Adam Bristow … physically?"
I crossed my arms and realized I was showing my discomfort. Never let a predator see that you fear it. I forced myself to place my hands together into my lap.
"He's pretty nice-looking," I said. "I'd be lying if I said otherwise."
Eva smirked. Adam looked away. I could tell fro
