ADRIAN
“Well, well, moving fast, aren’t you, Counselor?” Herman laughed. “I gotta say—it suits you.”
“I’m not handing over a woman I might marry to your filthy hands.”
“Marriage? That’s a bold word. You really think a fresh-faced girl like her would go for an old-timer like you?”
“We’ll see who wins the bet in a week.”
Herman rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. “Damn, I’m late. My patients are waiting.”
“I’m sure they are…” I muttered under my breath.
Once he was gone, silence returned to the office. Surprisingly, so did my peace of mind. Whether it was Amber’s fingers or Herman’s idiocy, the migraine had vanished completely.
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Later that afternoon, I made my way to my father’s company—technically half mine, though he still ran the damn thing. I was the corporate lawyer, whi
