The Bride Asked for My Taste. I Gave Her a Wedding Gift She Couldn’t Return.

not represent you,” I said. “But she can refer you to someone competent. You need your own lawyer. Not Grant’s. Not anyone Grant recommends. Yours.”

Sloane stared at the card.

“Why would you help me?”

“I’m not helping you,” I said. “I’m preventing him from using another woman’s ignorance as furniture.”

She cried then.

Quietly.

Not pretty crying.

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