All Chapters of All I Want Is You: The Youngers Book 3: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Phin Younger tapped his pen against the table as he waited for somebody from the DA’s office to show up for this court case. Phin’s client, a sixteen-year-old who’d been the driver of a getaway car for his friend who’d committed a robbery—slumped in his chair despite Phin’s admonition that he should sit up.Josh Lassiter was tall and bulky for his age and looked much older than sixteen. He had a sulky turn to his mouth that Phin had recognized the second he’d shaken the kid’s hand and introduced himself as his court-appointed lawyer. Josh had sneered and told him in no uncertain terms that he was wasting his time.Phin often felt like he was wasting his time—or rather, like he was fighting a losing battle with these cases. As a court-appointed lawyer who worked in the county’s public defender’s office, Phin got the cases of people who couldn’t afford a fancy lawyer. Phin was his client’s only chance at either getting out of prison or at least getting less time. But with more and more

Phin had lied about having another appointment because he’d needed to get Emily out of his office. She presented too much of a temptation to him, which bothered him immensely. He wasn’t the type of guy who was easily tempted. He kept to himself, and it had worked for twenty-eight years of his life.When he sat down heavily in his office chair, he stared at nothing for a long moment. Until a voice broke through his disordered thoughts.“Who’s the new client?” Katherine, Phin’s coworker and only real friend within the office, sat down on the edge of his desk with a smile. Happily married with kids, Katherine was somehow convinced that everyone else needed the same things in life to be happy.Phin, however, had so far resisted her best efforts to pair him up with one of her girlfriends.“Sixteen-year-old brother arrested for aiding and abetting a robbery,” he replied.Katherine whistled. “Damn. That’s serious. You gonna do a plea?”“Most likely. I’m not sure we have any other option

Early as always, Phin waited outside the detention center and decided to call his brother Ash to waste time. He told himself he wasn’t loitering outside so he could run into Emily, but it was a big, fat lie.“Phin! I thought you were dead. Thanks for finally calling me back,” said Ash with a laugh. “How’s it going?”Ash had called Phin three times in the last week to talk about getting Phin fitted for his tuxedo, but between three different clients and Katherine haunting his office with offhand comments about going on dates with various women she knew, Phin had completely forgotten to call his older brother back.“Not dead,” answered Phin dryly, “although I feel like I should be.”“Don’t die before my wedding, because then we’ll have an uneven number of bridesmaids to groomsmen and Violet will have a fit.”When Phin was younger, he would’ve taken Ash’s comment at face value. It was only as he’d gotten older that he realized that most people tended to say the opposite of what they

Phin stared at Emily before he realized that her question made sense, objectively, and that she seemed tipsy. How much had she had to drink?She clapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh God, I’m sorry. That was so rude.”“It’s a valid question, all things considered,” he said, trying not to smile.He wasn’t exactly a bar hopper, but sometimes when he couldn’t sleep, he’d come to Jackson’s and have a drink, maybe play some darts. He liked to watch the people coming and going, watch the men play pool while their girlfriends tried to distract them. Phin could sit at a booth in the corner, no one caring how long he sat there as long as he bought a few beers. The noise and the movement kept his mind from obsessing about whatever it wanted to obsess about that day: his clients, his family. His own loneliness.“I didn’t think you knew what a bar was,” said Emily. She blinked up at him. “Do you even drink?”Yes, she’s definitely tipsy, thought Phin. “Yes, I drink.” He gestured to the barst