Simon stopped and turned toward me. His gaze rested on Colin's ashen face for a second before meeting mine. He didn't look surprised or try to pry.
He took a silver business card case from the inside pocket of his jacket, slid out a card, and held it out to me with both hands.
"Of course, Ms. Mercer," he said in a low, steady voice, entirely professional. "Here are my contact details. Send me your terms whenever you're ready. I could have a draft for you as early as tomorrow morning."
I accepted the card and glanced at the title printed on it. He was a senior partner at a prominent law firm.
"Thank you. I'll pay your hourly rate for the consultation."
I put the card safely in my purse and turned to my bridesmaid. She'd hurried back with a photocopy of the marriage certificate, her han
