Samantha
“Samantha Galen.” I smile and extend my hand.
“Jen…Strait.”
“Please, come in.” I gesture to the room after we shake, and she walks in to take a seat.
“Thanks for seeing me. I wasn’t sure you’d agree to meet.”
“Why wouldn’t I agree to meet a new client?” I frown as I take a seat behind my desk.
Jen studies me thoughtfully, as if debating what to say next. “You don’t know who I am,” she concludes.
“Should I?” I rack my brain for some sort of reference, but come up empty.
“Maybe not. Colt isn’t the best communicator.” She gives me a sympathetic smile as she leans back in the chair.
“Colt?” I feel myself go rigid.
“I’m his ex-wife. Sawyer’s mom.” She pins me with a shrewd gaze, waiting for my response.
“He sent you?” I hold my breath, trying to stay calm.
“Nope. He has no
