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worked out yet,” Kerry admitted. “Maybe that is where Scott will be able to help us. There will be lots of depositions—which is where we get to ask them questions under oath—and I intend to get them to comment on the drug somehow. Anything they say on the record goes into the court filings, so we just need to get them to trip up once.”
    “There’s something else you need to think about,” Carter said. “It’s nothing to worry about, but whenever you sue someone, the other party nearly always initiates what’s called a counter suit.”
    “But we haven’t done anything wrong,” I said.
    “That doesn’t matter,” he told me, shaking his head. “They will find something, or just make something up.”
    “Why?”
    “Just to put you under pressure and scare you. They will take your deposition and ask lots of questions. Obviously, your lawyer will protect you and make sure you don’t answer any questions you don’t have to. I just wanted to warn you, because they can be quite intimidating.”
    “Bring it on,” John said. “I quite fancy being grilled by expensive lawyers. You never know, I might even get a date out of it.”
    I knew that wasn’t just bravado on John’s part. He really wouldn’t be concerned or nervous about being questioned by lots of men and women in suits. Unfortunately, the thought of that scared me more than I was willing to admit. Even if I could answer their questions, I would still feel nervous. It would be like going for a job interview where you knew you were qualified for the position, but were still worried you would mess it up.
    “So,” Kerry said, “are you two definitely okay with this? It’s going to be a tough battle, but they deserve what’s coming to them.”
    “I’m down for it,” John said. “Let’s get to them and see what that we can dig up.”
    “Emily?” Carter asked. “What about you?”
    I took a deep breath in and slowly exhaled out, trying to control the slight shaking I felt in my body. “I’m in. Let’s do it.”

Chapter Five
    Over the past couple of days I had seen plenty of Carter, but only when Kerry and John were around. When we were discussing the business, Carter was professional at all times, as if the whole thing were just another business transaction. I suppose it was, in some ways, but it left me frustrated that I hadn’t seen enough of his smile or heard enough of his jokes. I even found myself longing to hear more of his comments—or more accurately, criticisms—on American life.
    Thankfully, once we had all agreed on the plan of action and set up a meeting with Scott, Carter invited me out to dinner at another insanely expensive restaurant that was so out of my price range I had never even heard of it.
    As I got ready, I started to wish I had let him buy me some high-end designer dresses for the evening. Not that I needed to wear them, or even felt comfortable wearing them, but at least I wouldn’t feel quite so out of place in restaurants like the one I was on the way to now.
    Carter had picked a great night for a date. I was having a horrendous day and I really needed to see his face and feel the touch of his hand on mine. When shopping in the morning, I had gone to pay for groceries and noticed that my bank card was missing. I searched everywhere for it at home, assuming I had just left it on my dresser, but after an hour of searching the entire house it was nowhere to be seen. After forking out for groceries, I had $50 in cash on me and my bank promised to get a new one out to me tomorrow. It wasn’t a huge deal until I remembered that without a credit card I couldn’t use the app on my phone to get a ride to the restaurant. Instead, I ended up in one of the overpriced San Francisco taxis that took half of my measly cash from me.
    By the time I got to the restaurant, I was hoping Carter had arrived before me and ordered some drinks because I really needed a glass of wine. Instead I was escorted to an empty table in