All right ... maybe she was resentful. While assistant D.A. Tip Sullivan hobnobbed with Boston's elite, she, Kerry Sullivan (no relation), kept his seat warm in the tiny law office where his father awaited the return of the prodigal son.
But when Kerry finally met old Tom's golden boy, her planned lecture on filial disloyalty was forgotten in a haze of warm eyes, an impish grin and a criminally enticing body.
Unfortunately, gorgeous looks were one thing, reality was another. Kerry was defense . . . Tip was prosecution. And the jury was still out on the verdict of love.