Laurel
“Alford McMillan?” I ask the tall blonde guy sitting in the conference room.
He glances up with a smile. “That’s me. You’re Laurel Evans. Kyle’s sister.”
“I understand you were my brother’s roommate.”
He nods slowly. “Yes, I was. And apparently, we shared more than towels and late night snacks later on.”
I grimace a bit and he laughs. “It’s alright. I accepted it when I walked in on her and Toby Whittington. Then she came back and tried to tell me she was pregnant. Lucky for me, I knew that it had been too long since we had slept together.”
“Wait she told you too?” I will continue to be amazed.
He nods slowly. “More than happy to have some psychological warfare with a two timing hellbitch. And on that note, will you tell Henry Watson I said hello and his nicknames are the bes
