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Laurel pulled up to the curb outside the café. We climbed out and stepped inside, noting Georgina sitting at a table alone.

“Georgina? I thought that was you.” I walked over and smiled.

“Laurel. What are you doing here?”

“Just grabbing a coffee with Morgan. I was going to call you later, but now I don’t have to. Are you available the day after tomorrow to go over some things about the case?”

“I think so. Let me check my calendar.” She pulled out her phone. “Yes, I’m free. What time?”

“How about eleven a.m. at the firm?”

“Okay.” She typed it into her calendar. “I’ll see you then.” She smiled.

“See you then.” I walked over to Morgan, who ordered us two coffees. Once we had them, we left the coffee shop and climbed into her car.

“While we were grabbing our coffees, Georgina sent a text message to someone.” Morgan showed me her phone.

Don’t come here right now. My attorney is here. We’ll have to meet later. I’ll text you with a time and place.

Suddenly, the text message vanished.

“I have to hand it to her. She’s smart,” Morgan said. “It looks like you were right. I think Georgina did hire someone to murder her husband.”

“God, I hope not.” I tipped the cup to my lips.

When we returned to the office, Julian stopped us in the hallway.

“And where have you two been?”

“Out.” Morgan smiled. “I needed Laurel’s help with something.”

“With what?” he asked.

“Oh, Julian.” She patted his chest. “It’s a personal matter. Not everything concerns you.” She walked away.

“Seriously?” His brows furrowed at me.

“She just needed my help with something. It’s no big deal. Don’t forget we have a meeting with the Andersons and the birth mother’s attorney at one o’clock.”

“Who is the attorney again?” he asked.

“Colton Finch. Do you know him?”

“Not personally, but I’ve heard of him. He’s a shark. If the birth mother couldn’t afford to take care of her kid, how is she affording his legal services?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out later.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Julian

I was in my office going over some reports when Roman walked in.

“How’s it going?” he asked.

“Good. What’s up?”

“The three of us need to get fitted for new suits for the wedding.”

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