“What the hell? Why can’t you represent me? Do you think I can’t afford to pay you because I assure you that you’re well within my budget.” I feel blind-sighted at this wrench being thrown into the system. Why are they denying me after just one conversation? “It’s not that,” the older gentleman
“Come see for yourself, Esme,” he sneers, opening the door wider to join them in the house. Disgusted, I brush past the two of them into the house I’d put years into. Immediately I see a change; my old study I’d spent hours working in has already been turned into a hot-pink nursery. “Wow, couldn
“I am a divorce lawyer, yes,” Daniel says as he bites into his hamburger. We’re sitting in the middle of a restaurant during the dinner rush, having this conversation after I’ve been stressing all day. Daniel is enjoying his hamburger and fries, but I barely touch my own burger. Anxiety has been m
I blink a few times, looking around to make sure I didn’t dream it. But the noise comes again, and I identify it as the sound of my little neighbors. Tris and Bea. I rub the sleep from my eyes and head to the door to make sure everyone is okay. When I see the sight before me, I can’t help bu
I feel a streak of embarrassment flush my face. God—the things these kids know and notice these days are crazy. And coming from the mouth of a toddler! I never would have imagined Tris knows what breasts are, let alone that her father was looking at mine. “It’s just an adult versus child misunders
Guilt begins to engulf me as I watch Natalie approach me. I know I’ve done nothing wrong, yet here I am, with red cheeks and an alarm going off in my head. Why do I feel as if I’ve been caught red-handed, like a child’s hand in the cookie jar? “What?” I question her. “Oh, I k
I can hear Derek’s voice next to my ear, but it’s very difficult to focus on it. The world around me is glassy, and I find my head swimming—no pun intended. It’s not until a few seconds have passed that I notice what Derek is shouting. It’s my name. “Esme! Can you hear me?” H
My eyes eventually widen as I realize I’m kissing my boss. This is not what I thought I’d be doing this weekend, let alone ten minutes ago. But I can’t help it. I’m enchanted by this kiss. It’s so romantic and soft, and the way he protects me feels good. Derek’s masculine scent engul