He was tall, dark-haired, with warm brown eyes and the effortless confidence of someone who belonged in advertisements.
He sat across from me and offered his hand with an easy smile.
“You must be my client.”
He waited patiently.
“Look at you,” I murmured. “Nobody is going to believe you’re with someone like me. My ex-husband will laugh in my face. He’ll know.”
“What do you do for a living?” Clark asked.
The question caught me completely off guard.
“I raised four children while he built his career. I ran the household. I kept everything together while he cheated on me for a year.”
Clark nodded thoughtfully.
