Ethan Blake stayed silent. Fae Stonecrest couldn’t help but tease, “What are you thinking — that my consultation fee’s too low?”
“No,” Ethan said, smiling, “I was just thinking… you’re rich and beautiful. If only I were a robber.”
“A robber?” Fae looked puzzled.
“Then I could steal your money and… take your looks as well.” Ethan offered a crooked grin.
“Hey — keep your thoughts clean. I’m your boss. One wrong move and I’ll fire you,” Fae said, half-threatening but smiling.
Ethan laughed it off. “Just joking.”
“Oh, by the way — there’s a copy of Fortune in Stone in the drawer ahead of you. Take it with you; it’ll help you learn the trade.”
Ethan opened the glove compartment and sure enough found a thick book. He pulled it out and flipped through it casually.
“Where to now?” she aske
