It was extremely quiet outside the law firm.
Madeline felt as though she could hear three crows flying overhead.
Dean moved closer with a grin. "Miss Hartwell, what do you need Gabe for? Is there anything I can help with?"
"No. I only want him."
She turned to leave, then glanced back at Dean. "You rode in with Mr. Crane. Are you on good terms with him?"
"We're the best partners there is! Dean Mercer." He wiped his hand on his pants and stretched it out.
She shook it. "Then do you know what Mr. Crane likes?"
Dean answered seriously. "Litigation. Especially the difficult kind."
Madeline: "...Besides that?"
"That's it," Dean replied decisively.
She said helplessly, "Okay. Thank you."
She turned and got into her car.
The moment Dean saw her car pull away, he dashed into the firm.
