I was just about to leave when Charlie knocked and then opened my door.

“I thought you’d left,” I said.

“No, I was getting caught up on some filing. A call came in for you.”

“Crap. Who is it?”

“Riley Wolfe.”

I arched my eyebrows. “Really? All right. Put her through.” I picked up the buzzing phone. “This is Lacey.”

“Hi, Lacey. I’m sorry to disturb you. This is Riley Wolfe, Derek Wolfe’s daughter.”

“Hi, Riley. What can I do for you?”

“Are you free for a drink tonight? Or even dinner? I’d like to talk to you about something.”

“As a matter of fact, I’m not. I was just—”

“Please. Everything’s on me. We can go to the most expensive restaurant in town, if you want. I really need to talk to you.”

So much for my relaxing bath and glass of wine. I could still say no, but something in her voice sounded almost…desperate.

“No need to break the bank on my account. Just tell me where to meet you.”

Riley Wolfe had long dark hair, and curse her, she resembled Rock the most of her three brothers. Her eyes were brown, like Roy’s, but the rest of her? Rock’s male beauty in a female form would equal his little sister’s. I’d originally thought Riley most resembled Roy, but that was before Rock Wolfe had come stalking into the conference room that first day. Rock might not be as pretty as Roy, but he had that windblown look that his sister shared.

I couldn’t help thinking of him every time I looked at her.

She was quiet, which perplexed me, considering she’d invited me here to talk about…something. Something about her father’s estate, I assumed. I wouldn’t know about anything else.

She ordered a dry martini, double.

Yeah, she was serious about something.

I ordered a gin and tonic. Single.

She took a long sip of her drink when it came, and then finally looked at me. “Lacey, I know you’re wondering why I asked you here.”

“Yeah, it had occurred to me.”

“It’s going to take me a while to gear up to this, okay? Bear with me.”

“Sure, Riley. Whatever you need.” Now I was really confused.

“Tell me a little about what you do.”

Clearly, she was trying to break the ice, feel more comfortable with me. But she knew what I did. I was a trusts and estates lawyer.

“I’m a trusts and estates lawyer.”

“Interesting. I’m a model.”

Yes, I know that.

“Riley, forget the small talk, okay? If you need some time, we don’t have to talk. We can finish our drinks, order some food. Whatever works for you.”

“Sorry. I’m just not very good at small talk. It’s stupid. I know you’re a lawyer, and you know I’m a model.” She smiled timidly.