Shane
“Have a seat,” I said once we were all up in my loft. “Can I get you anything?”
“No,” Reardon said, his tone curt, which was something I’d never heard from my normally good-humored friend. “Dillon called me on his way home.”
“Rear,” Jazzy began, but he stopped her from continuing.
“Let me talk first, Jaz, then you can go.”
She nodded, her face full of worry.
“You’ve both come to me with legal issues, so for the sake of argument, I am talking to you now as your lawyer and nothing else…”
He looked pointedly at both of us, waiting for us to indicate we understood. “Without going into detail, I want to start by asking if you are legally married.”
“Yes, we got married in Vegas,” I replied.
Reardon closed his eyes.
“And what are you planning to tell everyone? Are you both coming
