Page 2 of Cause and Effect

“Maybe you need to stop fucking around and find someone to settle down with,” Roman said.

“Oh really? Now that you and Morgan are engaged and have a baby, do you think we all should be like you? Good for you, bro.”

Roman let out a sigh and shifted in his chair. “I didn’t say that.”

“Actually, bro. You did,” Parker said.

“Thank you.” I pointed at my brother. “We love Morgan, and we’re happy for both of you. But it doesn’t mean we want the same life you have. Right, Parker?”

“I have to agree with him, Roman,” Parker said. “It wasn’t all that long ago that you were right here with us.”

Roman stood from his chair. “Well, love changes people. I’m done discussing this. I have a client to meet.” He left my office.

“She really spit in your face?” Parker’s brows furrowed.

“She sure did.” I shook my head.

“Don’t forget Laurel starts on Monday,” Parker said.

“Thanks for further ruining my day,” I said.

“Come on, Julian. We talked about this. Let it go.”

“I have let it go.”

“No, you haven’t.” He stood up and pointed his finger at me. “Don’t make things weird at the firm.”

“Keep her away from me, and I won’t.” I grinned.

He sighed, rolled his eyes, and left my office.

The last thing I needed was to be reminded that the woman who was incredibly rude to me in San Francisco was starting on Monday—even if she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

I looked up and saw Morgan strolling past my office.

“Morgan!” I shouted.

“Yes, Julian?” She smiled, poking her head inside my office.

“Have a seat.” I gestured with a smile.

“Do you need me to work on something?” she asked, sitting in the chair across from my desk.

“Yes. Actually, I do. I need you to find out everything you can on Laurel Evans.”

“The new lawyer who’s starting on Monday?” Her brows furrowed.

“Yes. Go on and report back.” I leaned back in my chair.

She brought her finger to her lips and cocked her head before speaking.

“Roman warned me that you might do this. The answer is no.” She stood from her seat.

“What? Morgan, come on.” I held out my arms.

“No, Julian. If you want to know anything about her, you’ll have to ask her yourself. And I know what you’re doing.” She pointed her manicured finger at me.

“Oh yeah? What am I doing?”

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