Page 17 of Love in Fine Print

With that, she turned back and headed inside the glass building.

As I walked back and climbed into my truck, I sat staring out the windshield.

“What the fuck just happened?” I asked aloud.

A car honked behind me, and I realized I was blocking traffic. As I pulled away from the building, I couldn’t help but feel like something had changed. Something was different. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there had been a shift in my world.

And I wasn’t quite sure how I felt about that.

7

OLIVIA

I readand reread the email that I’d just received. George had invitedKenand his wife to his house, scratch that,villain Napa.

What the actual fuck?

Getting invited to Napa was the first step in the vetting process to make partner. Both Bob Chen and Maurice Cline had been invited a few months before they were offered partner.

Guess who had never been invited. Me.

How was Ken-I-Take-Eight-Weeks-of-Vacation-Loomis going to Napa before me?

My fingers flew over my keyboard as I sent Trevor an iMessage.

Office. Now.

Seconds later, my door opened, and without missing a beat he asked, “Alcohol or chocolate?”

“Both.”

“Oh shit,” he mumbled under his breath before opening the settee and making me a vodka soda and grabbing two dark chocolate squares.

He set them down on my desk and then sat down himself in front of me.

I picked up the first square, ate it, and then downed the entire glass of vodka soda. I hadn’t taken any of the pain pills for my wrist and even after two days it was still throbbing. My ankle didn’t feel that great either.

“Damn,” Trevor commented as if he was impressed as I sat the glass down.

Once I’d finished my second dark chocolate square, he asked, “Who do we want to kill?”

“Ken Loomis. Or no, George. No, both.”

Trevor cringed. “Is this about the Napa trip?”

“How did you know about the Napa trip?”

“I know everything.”

He wasn’t lying. I had no clue how, but the man truly did know everything.

“Listen, you know I worship the marble ground your Manolos walk on. And I’m all for this Independent Woman vibe you’ve got going for you, but I think you need to seriously consider my solution.”

I waited to hear exactly what that was.

When he didn’t elaborate, I prompted. “What solution?”

“You need a husband.”

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