“I’m late.” I remove her hands. Christ, her flowery scent is now saturated into my suit.

“Jett, I’m telling you this is not a big deal. She has a boyfriend, and she should spend most of the time with him,” she calls after me. This would be a major red flag if I wanted anything more from her than what she already gives.

“Please don’t be mad at me. This is nothing but a slight inconvenience.” She smiles but her lips twitch.

I raise a brow at her, shaking my head. “Whatever, I don’t care.” Because I really don’t.

She nods, then goes into wife mode. “Do you want me to have your tuxedo sent to your office, or will you come home first?”

“Office. I have a full day. And, Rachel?”

She looks up from her phone.

“If you need to stay and maybe… bond with your daughter tonight—”

“Stop, Jett,” she whines.

I snort and shake my head. “You just keep being you, my love.” Looking at my watch, I head down the stairs, needing to get the fuck out of here. I’m in court this morning, defending my client, a pro bowl player. Jeremy is being mistakenly charged with possession of cocaine at a party. It’s nothing but a jealous girlfriend trying to get back at him, a cliché setup… and that is exactly how I’ll spin it.

With a grin, I turn sleep mode off, loving the feel of my phone’s nonstop vibration as it tries to catch up with all the texts sent from my many assistants.

“Mr. Jett?”

I’m so involved in reading my messages I barely register the small, middle-aged Hispanic woman who stands over in the corner of the foyer. Maria? Mary? I know it starts with an M. She’s the only person Rachel insisted I keep on my payroll.

“Yes?” My voice is cordial. She takes a step forward, her face looking miserable, as if I’m the last person she wants to talk to.

“I’m sorry, but Ms. Rachel needs me to pick up Miss Raven.” She holds up her phone.

“Who?” I look down at my own phone to view the latest text from Rebecca, my secretary.

“Raven… Ms. Rachel’s daughter.” Mary sniffs and straightens her shoulders. I cock my head at her, then text Rebecca to hold on.

“Sorry, Mary? I’m a very busy man—”

“Maria.” She corrects me with a disdainful sniff. This does get my attention. She’s got balls—no one corrects me.

I grin while she continues to frown at me. Clearly, she doesn’t find my smile as charming as most. “Maria, yes. What is it that you need?”

“My car is not starting,” she states flatly.

I look up the stairs, wondering why she’s decided to bring this to me and not Rachel, but fuck it. “That’s unfortunate. Please take one of mine.”