Her brows rose. “Isn’t that the case for most family businesses?”
“I suppose.”
“Were you at least able to choose what kind of law you wanted to practice?”
I leaned back in my seat, crossing my legs under the table. “I don’t want to make it seem like I was tied to law with rope around my wrists.” I smiled at her. “My brothers and I had a choice. No one forced us or gave us an ultimatum. We went willingly, and to be honest, I don’t know what I’d do if I wasn’t a lawyer. I certainly enjoy my job, and I’ve made it my own. I have a passion for real estate, so it only made sense to make that my focus.”
“Why?” She folded her hands in front of her. “What is it about real estate that attracts you?”
“The freedom.” I glanced up, the dark sky hanging over the patio we’d been seated in, the stars
