Chapter 8
She should have been watching where she was going, head down in her pencil skirt, blazer, and pumps as she hurried from the courthouse where she’d just picked up the divorce decree for one of their clients. She clutched the envelope, wondering how the courier could have forgotten. Her feet were starting to ache. Was this the first time? No. How many times in the past week alone? Four. Damn, she didn’t have time for this.
She bumped into someone’s large chest. Hands grabbed her shoulders when she lost her balance, and she dropped the envelope, her glasses knocked sideways.
“Whoa, there. Are you okay?”
She pushed up her glasses, and her heart thudded, because she would’ve known his voice anywhere. Chris looked up to Jake Wilde, who released her shoulders and lifted his stylish
