Chapter Three CaseNormally, I’m not the kind of man who has trouble focusing. Half the reason I’ve been so successful is because when it comes down to it, I buckle down and do what needs to be done.
For the past eight years, I’ve run this business on my own, managing a half dozen hotheaded men, filing paperwork, being every woman’s fantasy in the bedroom, all while putting out client and publicity fires left and right. This business has been my life, my baby, and if there’s one thing I have trouble with, it’s control. Or rather, giving it up.
And Ryder’s goody-two-shoes, whip-smart little sister isn’t making that any easier for me. It’s only Wednesday, and she’s driving me crazy.
“I finished cleaning out your in-box, and I’ve organized it so that all incoming emails will go to their res
