I might as well get the Uber driver’s personal number because every day, the same driver picks me up. I guess the area is small, but he’s on autopilot when he drops me off at Trent Lawson’s office the next morning.
Mr. Lawson’s receptionist takes in my outfit. After Cade asked me out, I went shopping in downtown Lake Starlight, finding a new outfit at a boutique store for our date. I’m not letting it go to waste, even if my heels are a little fancy to meet a lawyer.
“Mr. Lawson,” I say as if we’re in such a big city she wouldn’t remember me from yesterday or that Mr. Lawson isn’t probably the only lawyer in this office.
“Nice to see you, Miss Knight. Please allow me to introduce myself this time.” She puts out her hand. “I’m Beth Lawson.”
I nod. She’s his wife. So that whole lawyer-cli
