“I’m Lucas’s friend.”
So… not his girlfriend.
For a second, I’d assumed she was.
Then again, if she was, why would she be riding on the back of another man’s motorcycle?
Now I was genuinely curious about the guy she was with this morning.
“Annabel told me,” I said. “Who are you? What’s your name? Are you married? Any kids? Where are you from? Did you bring a résumé?”
“I didn’t prepare one because I don’t have any job experience.
My name is Amber Chapman.
I’m single, no kids.
I’m a recent law graduate—here to apply for an internship.”
An intern? Ugh.
I hate dealing with interns. They’re always more trouble than they’re worth.
I looked at her, this caramel-eyed woman, and spoke with a sharp, decisive tone.
“I don’t need an intern. I need an assistant.”
Her expression changed in
