"Uncle Jonathan!"
Tristan shot out of the pool like a rocket, water splashing everywhere as he ran straight into the arms of a tall, blond man standing at the edge.
Jonathan laughed and lifted him easily, like Tristan weighed nothing at all.
Jonathan Whitmore, Franklin's longtime friend. A world-renowned lawyer with a flawless record, the kind of man judges respected and opponents feared. He never lost a case. Not once.
And yet, Franklin had never hired him. Not because Jonathan wasn't good enough, but because Franklin liked his walls solid and his business strictly professional. Mixing friendship and power always led to messes.
Franklin didn't move right away. His eyes flicked instead to Cassie, still in the pool, sunlight dancing over her skin.
"I'll get him out of he
