Chapter Three …
Willingly
Alexander Strathorn must have known a dozen lawyers and had a half dozen on retainer for his many business ventures. Sarah knew many of that illustrious company, through the work she’d been doing for her husband as errand girl and go-between for the last several years. But none of those lawyers would do. Not for what she wanted. She knew just one lawyer who might understand what she needed. Even so, she was taking an enormous risk.
She would never forget his name, as if it were emblazoned inside her mind when her eyes fixed on the crumpled business card she returned to him in the hotel room. How kind he’d been – and stern and cruel and erotically unsettling. What kind of man was he to take her to that hotel room as if she were a hired prostitute? What kind of l
