Page 3 of Imperfectly Perfect

“She didn’t say why she was doing it?”

“No. Well, she wanted to get coffee to tell me why, but I wasn’t about to go someplace with a stalker.”

Athena sighed heavily. “Fallon… nothing says she was stalking you if you stumbled upon her.”

“She knew my name and Monti’s.” Fallon had to prove her point. It would have been risky to go off with some stranger, even to a public place. And if she brought up Monti, then perhaps Athena would get protective.

“If she researched your mother’s grave, she probably found the reports about what happened.”

Fallon pressed her lips together sharply. The one thing she didn’t enjoy about her sister and her boss being in a relationship was that her personal story was now out in the open. For years, she had been able to hide that secret away, but that was no longer possible. She understood that for their relationship to work, things had to be shared. She just didn’t like that it also involved her.

“Did she say that was how she figured it out?”

“We didn’t get that far in the conversation.” Fallon hated that she sounded so defensive. She wanted the past to be left in the past as much as possible. She’d take the life lessons from the mistakes her mother had made when marrying her dad, an abusive jerk who killed them both, and she would gladly stay out of any relationship to avoid that risk.

“Then it could be as innocent as a good internet search.”

Fallon hated that Athena was probably right. “But why would she bring flowers?”

“Only she can answer that question.” Athena glanced toward the door. “Can you set up for my next appointment? I have some research I want to get done before.”

“Yeah, absolutely.” Fallon knew when she was being dismissed. She turned toward the main office area. She was just at the door when Athena’s voice reached her again.

“Maybe next time you should get curious instead of defensive. You never know what answers you might find.”

“Careful, Mrs. Pruitt, you’re starting to sound like Monti.” Fallon flicked a glance over her shoulder before walking out of Athena’s office, hearing nothing but the sound of soft laughter in her wake.

With her coffee in her hand, Fallon moved to the small conference room that Athena used for most of her meetings with clients. She didn’t like them in her personal office. That was her sacred space, and Fallon understood that need deeply. She set up fresh coffee and cookies, along with bottles of water. She couldn’t remember how many people were coming for this meeting, but it was usually only one or two at most.

With everything ready, Fallon sat down at her computer and stirred it to life. She clicked on the calendar to check what was happening next. A pile of bricks landed in her stomach as soon as she saw the name of the next client coming in. Tears brimmed in her eyes. That was where she recognized the name from, when she’d made the appointment in the first place. A new potential client. Her heart sank. She wouldn’t ever be able to get away from this one, would she?

Savannah Logan.

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Savannah shook out her hands and her arms as she stepped up to the door that might just change her life. She couldn’t believe she’d finally gotten the gumption to make this call, to potentially do something about the awful situation she found herself in.

Because if she thought about it long enough, she just wanted to cry—dreadful tears that would steal her soul and threaten to never give it back.

This was her chance. The one person she thought could potentially win a case for her, the one lawyer who wasn’t going to shove her out of the office and tell her she was insane for even trying or that it wasn’t her place. Because damn it, it might not be her place, but she deserved some justice, and her sister-in-law deserved some sort of compensation.

Didn’t she?

Savannah pushed open the door, glancing down at her feet as she stepped inside. When she looked up, she froze.

“Fuck,” she mumbled under her breath.

The woman from the cemetery sat behind a large U-shaped mahogany desk, one with at least three parts, two monitors, and a phone, and she clearly worked here. Now she really was going to think that Savannah was stalking her.

“I swear I didn’t know you worked here.” Savannah put her hands up in front of her, already regretting coming here. She couldn’t leave though. She had to get some kind of justice, and Athena Pruitt was her only option.

“And for some reason, I don’t believe you.” The woman’s shoulders were so tense, like she was ready for a battle.

Savannah couldn’t blame her. She’d seriously messed all of this up, and she hadn’t even gotten a chance to explain. That was the worst part. She just wanted to tell this woman how bad she felt for screwing up in the first place, not that she would have even known if they hadn’t accidentally crossed paths.

“I’m so sorry. This is so messed up. If you’d just let me explain—”

“I’m not interested in an excuse.” The woman stood up and came around the desk. She had her long dark hair pulled back in a braid that was halfway down her back. Her shoulders were rigid, but only added to her perfect posture and the curves of her body. Which, damn, did she have curves. Savannah hadn’t seen them under the jacket she’d been wearing at the cemetery, but this woman was a goddess in human form.

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