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Just as
Brad Chase strides over and perches on the corner of my desk, I alt-tab my email behind the Kaufer Prenuptial I'm suppose to be working on.
What?, he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I shake my head quickly, but can't suppress a silent giggle, covered by my hand. Carolina's coming to Boston!
Brad looks at my downturned face for a moment I can feel it - and then playfully shoots a rubber band at my monitor, gets up and goes into his office behind me.
I look over my shoulder, grinning, then back across the room toward Shores office, where he's talking with Dad. Hiding my too-loud gaffaw behind my hand, I imagine these two well-suited lawyers coming to comical blows over their girl
toy.