was perfect, we had a perfect view of the mountain, and it was the perfect time. I kissed her, bringing the ring up to her view. Her eyes grew wide when she noticed me lowering on one knee. “Marry me Chance.”
Chapter 1- Morgan File
“What do you mean you said ‘no’!?” Tink shrieked walking into the safe house just outside of D.C. Her plane landed bringing her back from her honeymoon not even a full three hours ago, and she came straight to Germantown to yell at me.
“Been there, done that,” Doc muttered folding towels with Joanne. “She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Well I want to talk about it!” Tink fumed stomping behind me after shutting the front door. “Why in heavens name would you say no ?!”
“More than once on top of that.” Doc added, not being helpful. Bringing up the fact that Adrian had not only proposed to me after Margaux’s wedding, but twice after that over the course of her absence.
I sighed, “I’m not the marrying type, and you know that. Adrian and I talked about it, and he understands that I’m not ready. We’re fine with it, so you should be too.”
“This isn’t over.” Tink threatened.
Joanne let out a mild laugh folding each hand towel perfectly. “It’s crazy, the man of your dreams proposes to you three times, in three weeks. The man of my dreams hasn’t popped the question yet and it’s been three years.”
There was a hint of sadness in her joke, and I felt bad. It was known amongst the girls that Joanne had been waiting on a proposal. She even had hopes all of the wedding commotion would put the idea in his head, that maybe it was their time soon, but nothing.
It wasn’t that Liam was a horrible man, because he wasn’t, he was damn near perfect in fact. He just hadn’t, and Joanne didn’t want to mess things up by bringing it to his attention. Unfortunately, the rest of us had to take the road of staying out of it, though it didn’t stop us from talking about it when the boys weren’t around.
“Most men are hesitant to take the leap again, when their first marriage didn’t work. I’m telling you, talk to him.” Tawny suggested putting the folded clothes into the basket.
“Maybe.” Joanne agreed sighing, the slight lines in the corners of her eyes looking tired. She caught the attention of my client Patricia, leaning against the wall, “But that isn’t why we’re all here.”
She was right, I had called them all here, because I was stuck and at my wits end on this case. Patricia came looking for my help a little over three months ago. She wanted out of her physically and mentally abusive marriage to Craig Morgan. After seven years, she was willing to leave behind the stability his money had to offer and start all over. The only thing making her linger, was their six year old son, Conner.
Craig would often threaten that if she ever left, he would take their son away by discrediting her; get her arrested for kidnapping, and whatever else he needed to do to make her life hell. The problem was, he was a well-respected lawyer, and could follow through with every threat he made.
My plan was to get all the dirt on this guy that I could, so when she made the moves to leave we would have the leverage we needed to keep him away. The only problem was, the guy was practically a saint on paper, and we exhausted all of our resources, and needed Tink to take it a step further.
When Patricia called me at seven this morning hysterical, asking to meet me at my office I rushed out there, the
Chapter 1- Morgan File
“What do you mean you said ‘no’!?” Tink shrieked walking into the safe house just outside of D.C. Her plane landed bringing her back from her honeymoon not even a full three hours ago, and she came straight to Germantown to yell at me.
“Been there, done that,” Doc muttered folding towels with Joanne. “She doesn’t want to talk about it.”
“Well I want to talk about it!” Tink fumed stomping behind me after shutting the front door. “Why in heavens name would you say no ?!”
“More than once on top of that.” Doc added, not being helpful. Bringing up the fact that Adrian had not only proposed to me after Margaux’s wedding, but twice after that over the course of her absence.
I sighed, “I’m not the marrying type, and you know that. Adrian and I talked about it, and he understands that I’m not ready. We’re fine with it, so you should be too.”
“This isn’t over.” Tink threatened.
Joanne let out a mild laugh folding each hand towel perfectly. “It’s crazy, the man of your dreams proposes to you three times, in three weeks. The man of my dreams hasn’t popped the question yet and it’s been three years.”
There was a hint of sadness in her joke, and I felt bad. It was known amongst the girls that Joanne had been waiting on a proposal. She even had hopes all of the wedding commotion would put the idea in his head, that maybe it was their time soon, but nothing.
It wasn’t that Liam was a horrible man, because he wasn’t, he was damn near perfect in fact. He just hadn’t, and Joanne didn’t want to mess things up by bringing it to his attention. Unfortunately, the rest of us had to take the road of staying out of it, though it didn’t stop us from talking about it when the boys weren’t around.
“Most men are hesitant to take the leap again, when their first marriage didn’t work. I’m telling you, talk to him.” Tawny suggested putting the folded clothes into the basket.
“Maybe.” Joanne agreed sighing, the slight lines in the corners of her eyes looking tired. She caught the attention of my client Patricia, leaning against the wall, “But that isn’t why we’re all here.”
She was right, I had called them all here, because I was stuck and at my wits end on this case. Patricia came looking for my help a little over three months ago. She wanted out of her physically and mentally abusive marriage to Craig Morgan. After seven years, she was willing to leave behind the stability his money had to offer and start all over. The only thing making her linger, was their six year old son, Conner.
Craig would often threaten that if she ever left, he would take their son away by discrediting her; get her arrested for kidnapping, and whatever else he needed to do to make her life hell. The problem was, he was a well-respected lawyer, and could follow through with every threat he made.
My plan was to get all the dirt on this guy that I could, so when she made the moves to leave we would have the leverage we needed to keep him away. The only problem was, the guy was practically a saint on paper, and we exhausted all of our resources, and needed Tink to take it a step further.
When Patricia called me at seven this morning hysterical, asking to meet me at my office I rushed out there, the
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