Chapter 1

She was sitting in class taking notes, trying not to stare at the back of his beautiful head, but all her efforts were tossed aside when he turned around.

"Jacks, can I ask you a question?" Liam asked

She nodded and waited for him to say something, but he didn't. Before she knew what was happening he leaned forward and planted one on her. She was so shocked she couldn't help but kiss him back. He finally relented when the teacher called him out. Jacqueline was stunned into silence, and her face was bright red. Her classmates weren't sure if they should clap or laugh. Jacks's dreams had just come true, and she couldn't even enjoy it because she was so embarrassed. Her friend Maeve was waving a hand in her face, when she heard someone yelling her name…

She jolted awake and felt the unforgiving glare coming from her boss. She had fallen asleep, on the job, again. But really, what did he expect with her spending a minimum of twelve hours at the office every day for the past six months.

"You are so lucky this client was a request or I would personally escort him to Garrick," Jacks's boss, Marshall Adams said with fire in his eyes.

Yep. She had managed to make her boss mad for the third straight day in a row. He really hated her, but she was their most accomplished employee. She knew her job was safe as long as Marshall remained greedy because she brought in the majority of their clients, hence the long hours. Only, he also knew how much she disliked Garrick, so the threat to make her work with him always kept her in line.

"You have five minutes to make yourself presentable. I will return with your client shortly. Oh, and Jacks?" Marshall continued.

"Yes, sir."

"This is a top priority client."

She nodded and began straightening her appearance. Her obnoxious boss stomped away and a snort came from across the hall. Jacks rolled her chair back to glare through the open door of her office to her coworker, Jenna.

"What exactly do you find so humorous over there, Dorothy?" Jacks asked.

"Oh, Toto if you aren't careful the Wicked Witch is going to throw us out of Kansas," Jenna said using one of their many series of nicknames for their boss.

They of course incorporated names for themselves and their shared assistant, Mildred. Mildred was like a hovering grandmother to the two girls who had more than a tendency to get in trouble with Marshall. In the Wizard of Oz comparison, Mildred was of course Glinda.

"So, was it the same dream?" Jenna asked as she entered Jacks's office.

"Yep," she replied putting emphasis on the p. "Why I keep dreaming about the kid I was in love with in high school, but have not seen or heard from since is beyond me. I mean if I am going to dream about someone kissing me there are so many things out of place with this little scenario. One, why would I want to relive high school? I hated high school, and B, why wouldn't I be playing tonsil hockey with someone more dream-worthy?"

"Well, first, two comes after one not B, and "dreams are a wish your heart makes when your fast asleep," she started singing and dancing with herself around the small office.

"Did you really just use that line?" Jacks asked trying not to laugh.

Jenna proceeded to dance around the room and almost finished the tune. She stopped when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her. It took everything Jacks had not to laugh upon seeing Marshall enter the doorway. She lost her battle when Jenna curtseyed and muttered "your highness" before exiting. Marshall had to be fuming, and Jacks saw his anger when he glared at her for laughing. She managed to compose herself and stood to meet her new client. She felt it was difficult for her to breathe, but managed to appear at complete ease.

"Miss Sinclair, allow me to introduce your newest client. I should inform you that he insists his companion be able to attend all of your meetings," Marshall motioned for the two to enter the room. "Allow me to introduce your client, Mr. Liam Roberts, and Mr. Eamon Connors."

She sharply inhaled. The guy she had been dreaming about less than twenty minutes before was now standing in her office, as her new client. Only, that wasn't the worst of it. The cherry on the freaking sundae was the irresistible pull she felt towards the mysterious Mr. Connors. Marshall caught her ogling the handsome young men and coughed to snap her out of her haze.

"I'm sorry, but I am going to have to step across the hall to my associate's office to grab a second chair. I would have done so sooner, but I was only expecting one guest. So, if you will excuse me," Jacks said trying not to sprint out of her office.

She caught Jenna and Mildred standing in Jenna's doorway, trying to watch what was happening across the hallway.

"Don't you two have anything better to do?" Jacks hissed.

"When I see two guys looking that fine, I have nothing better to do than ogle them," Jenna replied smugly.

"Well one of those handsome devils is Liam."

Jenna's eyes got really big and she stepped out of Jacks's way, so she could retrieve the chair. As Jacks left, Jenna mouthed later, and Jacks nodded.

"I apologize for the wait," Jacks gushed as she returned to her station behind her desk. "Will you be joining us, Mr. Adams?" She asked turning to her boss.

He shook his head, "I was just keeping your clients company, but you better expect to stay late again."

"Your definition of late is my definition of normal work hours," she muttered as he walked away. "So, what can I do for you gentlemen today? It is my understanding you requested my services specifically," she began as she turned to Mr. Roberts and Mr. Connors.

"That is correct. I sought you out because I have heard nothing but good things," Liam said.

"And what exactly do you need me to assist you with, Mr. Roberts?"

"Can we please use first names? I know it has been a while, but I can't handle how formal this is," Liam asked.

"Sure, Liam, although my language may still be a little formal, so I apologize," Jacks replied.

She was focusing all of her energy on trying not to drool over Mr. Connors. There was something about him that she could not place. She wanted to run her fingers through his messy brown hair and she had the odd need to curl up in his lap. Whoa, back up. Jacqueline Sinclair was never one for physical relationships, and now she had the urge to curl up in some stranger's lap. She really needed to get this meeting going or she was going to embarrass herself.

"How about we get the ball rolling?" she asked trying to use informal language. "I already know I get to stay here all night again," she added jokingly.

Liam looked at Mr. Connors who nodded, causing Liam to take a deep breath, "Jacks, can I ask you a question?"

She was having a déjà vu moment since that was exactly what he had said to her in her dream. She was too afraid to talk because, for some reason, the idea of him kissing her was repulsive, so she just nodded.

"Would you be willing to draw up a prenuptial agreement for me?"

"You're getting married?" Jacks asked in shock. "Congratulations! Do I happen to know the bride?"

He smiled, "You know her, and I believe she sent you an invitation."

She just nodded trying to figure out who would invite me to their wedding, but she hadn't talked to in a while.

"She was wondering if it was ethical for you to draw up her prenuptial agreement as well," he added.

"It isn't a common practice, but I would be fine doing that as long as you two promise not to be difficult."

Mr. Connors snorted, "Liam, are you sure she knows your m—fiancée?"

"Yes, she knows her very well," Liam replied chuckling. "Is it okay if I call her and tell her to come up here?"

"Are you guys okay if I bring in my partner in crime from across the hall to keep me honest?"

Both Liam and Mr. Connors nodded. I looked at Mr. Connors for a moment trying to figure out what his little stutter was. He stood up and announced he was going to wait for Liam's fiancée at the reception desk. I yelled into the hall to get Jenna in my office before Connors and the future Mrs. R returned.

"Goofy, are you with a client?"

"No, Mick, I'm free. What's up?" she yelled back.

"Get your butt over here. We are drawing up some pre-nups."

"Be there in cinco!"

Jacks turned back to look at Liam who was shaking with laughter.

"Why do I feel like that is only one of like twenty nicknames?" he asked.

"Do not make fun of me. I am here for at least twelve hours a day, and she just happens to be here as well. I mean it probably doesn't hurt that she's my best friend."

"Glad to see I am so easily replaced, Jacqueline Sinclair," a voice teased from the door.

She didn't even have to look to see who it was, "You are going to marry Maeve?" Jacks asked unable to veil her disbelief.

This pulled chuckles from both of the men in the room. Maeve ran over and gave Jacks a hug. Jacks was still in shock from what she had just learned. She wasn't as upset as Maeve probably expected. She was just shocked because she had no idea the two were even dating.

"I think we have some catching up to do, Maevey Daisy," Jacks said.

Maeve groaned at the use of her much hated nickname. She told Jacks she could catch her up in between the nitty gritty lawyer details. Jenna then entered the room and whistled a cat call.

"Finally, I get to work with attractive men. I always get stuck with the geezers while Clyde here gets all the hunks."

Jacks braced herself as a wave of anger took over her. She looked to see Maeve was in much the same state, but when Liam wrapped an arm around her and whispered in her ear, she became calm once more. That was weird, but Jacks was still hung up on her own emotional roller coaster. She decided to sit down next to Jenna behind her desk, still rather tense. She turned to face her clients and saw Mr. Connors watching her. When she made eye contact with him, she felt herself calm down. Okay, she thought. I have officially gone bonkers and will need to be admitted as soon as I kiss that fine piece of meat. Jacks just shook her head and felt like her thoughts were getting away from her more than usual.

"I don't mean to pry, but why exactly is Mr. Connors here?" Jacks asked.

Liam looked to Maeve and nodded, "We thought if we liked our lawyer we would eventually move onto our will. We brought him as a witness for that, but also to give Liam someone to talk to while I catch up with you."

Jacks felt like they were leaving something out, and she looked at Jenna who gave her the "I am getting the same vibe as you" look. With that they finally began putting together the two sets of papers.

Interesting, Eamon thought, she is much more perceptive to what is happening than I would have expected. Not that she could possibly imagine what is really going on. Eamon started laughing at his own thoughts. He was right though; Jacks couldn't possibly know she was sitting across from the other half of herself. She was the Maeve to his Liam, and when they had been introduced it had taken everything in him not to take her up in his arms. He was able to keep himself in check, but almost blew his cover when he felt her anger after her friend's flirting. He wanted to comfort her, and this increased even more when he noticed her watching his friend comfort his own mate.

He knew if he made any pass at her she would probably run away given she had no idea what they would come to mean to each other. The shock in her seeing Maeve walk in was enough to know she was completely unaware of the supernatural connection between Liam and Maeve. He had no idea how they had been able to hide it from her. He reminded himself she had known them in high school and no connection formed prior to the age of eighteen. When he woke up this morning, he was not expecting to forge his connection, but as he waited outside her office he felt something click. He felt whole.

After two hours of keeping his thoughts occupied, but never far from Jacks, he was given a reprieve when the two lawyers announced they were going to update their boss on the situation. After she left, Eamon felt himself deflate.

"Did you guys know?" he asked Liam and Maeve.

"We had no idea until we saw her react to Miss Darlington's flirting," Liam responded.

"How did we miss it? It's not like we run into supernatural beings all the time," Maeve added.

The three pondered their thoughts for a while until Eamon finally spoke up, "All I know is I can't take this much longer."

Jenna and Jacks took their time walking to Marshall's office, so they could talk about the non-business part of the meeting.

"Well, how awkward was that on a scale of one to I just kissed my cousin was that?" Jenna asked.

Jacks coughed to cover her laughter, "It wasn't really awkward concerning the happy couple…"

"I feel a "but" coming."

"I seriously cannot control my emotions around that Connors guy. I have no idea what is happening, but I found my thoughts drifting to inappropriate places. Oh, and I found myself fighting the urge to touch him and kiss him," Jacks rambled in frustration.

Jenna was a little shocked, "Okay, you joke about this stuff all of the time, but I know you have never had a strong desire to start the physical part of a relationship, hence the twenty-three year old temple of purity."

"Do you see why I am freaking out? And to top it off I think they all know something, but they aren't planning on sharing. Frankly, that is just adding fuel to my fire."

"Your passion fire or your angry fire?"

Jacks gave her a "did you just jump out of plane riding a leprechaun's pot of gold" look.

"Well given your recent state that is a valid question. I mean the man you loved for a good six years, at least, walks in with his fiancée who happens to be your best friend from high school. Oh, don't forget that you have some mad vibes going for the mysterious best friend of ex-high school lover. Your emotions are all out of whack and I think you might pass out before we make it back there."

That made Jacks mad because it made her feel weak, and even though she felt that way, her stubborn self would not let her appear weak. I mean who needs to be running on all cylinders? Not lawyers that is for sure. They told Marshall about the change in the situation, and he surprised them when he readily agreed it was the best course to take. He even suggested they take the clients out to dinner. Jenna and Jacks walked away from the conversation in complete shock. Either their boss had finally grown some brain cells, or he hadn't emphasized the importance of these clients.