Chapter 15Nick glanced through his messages. “Ugh. Can you believe this?” He glanced at Evan, who was buried in his laptop again. The poor guy had reached the time of year when his students were begging outright for extensions or extra help, and they would never get it. Evan didn’t mind helping, but this close to Thanksgiving was cutting it a little close to the end of the semester for any “help” to do much good.
“What?” Evan looked over at Nick. “What’ve you got? Another client trying to find a way to prove you didn’t mean what the data said?”
“No. They have to pay me either way.” Nick chuckled. “Blake is still trying to get me to patch up his ridiculous sham of a marriage for him.” He shook his head. “He wants me to get Sarah to agree to a Thanksgiving dinner ‘reconciliation.’ And to b
