“That cheesy look on your face tells me otherwise.”
“Don’t you have work to do?” I cocked my head.
She shook her head and left my office.
“What?” I shouted, holding out my arms.
Okay, maybe I was a little rude. Sighing, I stood, grabbed my coffee, and walked down to Laurel’s office.
“You got a minute?” I asked, standing in the doorway.
“Sure,” she said. “Come on in.”
I entered her office, where she put picture frames on her desk.
“Sorry if I was a little rude in the kitchen. I’m intolerable until I’ve had my coffee.”
“Apology accepted.” She smiled, and my cock twitched.
“Anyway, welcome to The Hamilton Group.”
“Thank you, Julian. I appreciate it.”
I walked over to her desk and picked up one of the picture frames, staring at the three little girls, who were all smiling.
“Are these your nieces?” I asked.
“Those three angels are my daughters.”
I gulped as my stomach twisted in a knot.
“Your daughters?”
“This is Stella. She’s ten. And these are the twins, Sara and Sophie. They’re nine.”
“Huh. They’re cute.” I set the frame back on her desk. I assumed the father wasn’t in the picture, but I had to know for sure.
“Do you have full custody or share custody with their father?” I asked.
She stared at me momentarily, and I was lost in her beautiful blue eyes.
“I have full custody. Their father, my husband, died two years ago.”
“Oh.” My brows furrowed. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
“Julian,” Melinda stood in the doorway. “James Peterson is on the phone for you.”
“Thanks, Melinda. I have to take this call. I’ll see you around.”
I stepped into my office and picked up the phone. “James, how can I help you?”
“I have a new deal for your client.”
“Oh yeah? What deal are you offering?”
“Five years. Out in three with good behavior.”