Chapter Eight
She should have been watching where she was going, head down in her pencil skirt, blazer, and pumps as she hurried from the courthouse where she’d just picked up the divorce decree for one of their clients. Normally, it would have been couriered, but for whatever reason the courier they normally used had forgotten to pick it up, and her boss needed to have it for the client today. So here she was, rushing the few blocks back to the office of Gabel and Sons, but it was only the one Gabel—Jennifer, the daughter—who was left to run the show. Why she hadn’t changed the name, Chris didn’t know.
Chris bumped into someone’s large chest. Hands grabbed her shoulders before she fell, but she dropped the envelope, and her glasses were knocked sideways.
“Whoa, there. Are you okay?”
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