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I HAD NEVER SMOKED A DAY IN MY LIFE, BUT I HAD A FEELING TODAY MIGHT
be the day I started.
Why had I canceled the cleaning crew I’d hired? Oh, yeah, because I’d
told them I could handle the party I’d foolishly held to celebrate six months
of running Shaw, LLC solely on my own. I wasn’t used to having staff in my
home. As a very single guy, I didn’t usually make that much of a mess.
Then again, I normally didn’t host parties. I went to parties.
But tonight was different. The champagne fountain had been flowing all
night. The fondue fountain had been bubbling. My side table had at least
three slips of paper with phone numbers from interested women, and the
headache that had been brewing all evening had been beaten back by Advil
and a shot of Jack.
I was officially winning at life.
If you didn’t look around my living room at the sheer destruction that
surrounded me, that is. By all appearances, a band of unruly children, aka
fellow lawyers and friends and their spouses, had charged through and left
chaos in their wake.
Part of the chaos was Bob, my pug, who’d slumped next to a half-eaten
slab of cake that had landed on my Aubusson rug. And he’d just burped.
Or I had. It was hard to tell at this point.
My house was trashed.
On top of that, I didn’t even like how it looked when it was all put
together. This place was styled to suit my father. Stuffy Isaac Shaw. Not
wild, freewheeling Dexter Shaw. I should not have priceless antiques in my
house. Especially ones I’d had some mindless decorator place in appropriate
corners so I seemed rich enough to draw in the fanciest clients—so I could
keep on affording this monstrosity of a house.
I was thoroughly sick of this endless cycle, and just skirting close enough
to the line of drunkenness to be ready to do something about it.
Grabbing the bottle of Jack like Linus from the Peanuts cartoon with his
blue blankie, I headed down the hall to my office, moving to the huge oak
desk that my older brother, Preston, would probably drool over. Me, I just
kept banging my knee on the heavy file drawers every damn time I sat down.
I jerked my mouse, and my computer woke from the intergalactic
screensaver that made my eyeballs pound. Maybe those space lasers weren’t
ideal right now. I shut my eyes for a moment, and then tapped in my
password before I logged into Shaw, LLC’s server. It took a couple minutes,
but I found the digital address book of names and numbers my all-toocapable assistant, Isis Jenkins, kept for me.
Better yet, she filled in the blanks when I jotted down a phone number
and labeled the name in a way I could remember…like “Hottie in Pink
Pantsuit.”
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