Vance’s POV
I spun lazily in my chair, my eyes tracing the sleek lines of the office, the hum of my phone call blending into the background. Veronica was in full-on teenage-mode, as usual—ripping into me about my life choices, my wardrobe, my lack of a personal life.
“Vance, you seriously need to get off your high horse and date someone who doesn’t look like she stepped out of a magazine," Veronica mocked, her voice dripping with her usual blend of exasperation and affection.
I chuckled, letting my chair spin one more time. "And what’s wrong with that? I happen to like women who know how to present themselves."
“Puh-lease. You like the idea of women who look good in photos. You don’t know the first thing about finding someone who actually gets you. Seriously, when was the last time you
