“I think it’s f*****g simple. He was aware of what to expect if he didn’t keep to the rules.”
I lift my hands to silence them both.
“It always takes two to tango, so I’m at least as guilty as he is.”
“Rae…”
“Rafe and I… we have a history.”
Two pairs of confused eyes are blinking back at me.
“What do you mean?”
“We know each other. From earlier times.”
“Earlier times?”
“Much earlier,” I confirm.
“But, I don’t get this. Why didn’t you say anything? And he? Why the f**k didn’t he say that you knew each other?” Chris steps forward, but I gesture to calm him, once again.
“The situation is… quite complicated. We were both surprised to meet in Uncle Emilio’s office. He didn’t know that I was the client. If he had known,” I shrug my shoulders, “he probably wouldn’t have taken the case.”
