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In life, things get thrown at you—crazy batshit things—and you just have to adapt Either that or die I choose the former

Pushing back th to face this head-on It doesn’t take long before I reach the door Mr Baker told my sister was his

The coldback

I swing open the door

A squeak escapes my mouth

In the far corner of the room is a desk, where a handsome man sits behind it

Is this Mr Baker?

It wouldbehind the desk

Did eous?

No, not gorgeous That’s too si there

Then, as if it couldn’t get any worse, he lifts his head, and his gaze meets mine

Jeez

My stomach feels like a dozen butterflies have exploded inside s flutter rapidly with excitement

I have never seen eyes that blue

Deep blue Like the depths of the ocean Botto at a time like this, but Lord

I need to stop staring, but I can’t pull aze away

“Hi,” I say nervously “I’”

He doesn’t answer me Just continues to stare from where he’s perched

“I’uess? I’m so nervous I don’t knohy I’ht between my feet nervously—“about them Aboutyou?”

The air feels heavy with Mr Baker’s silence Uncomfortably, I look around the office and take a seat in a chair as far away from the desk as I can

This lawyer is ht he would be

“You’re not who I pictured,” I say before I can stopa shade of red I’m sure makes me match a tomato

“And what did you picture?” When he finally speaks, I aravelly his voice is

Heat sweeps across the exposed skin byme into a puddle

What is wrong with me?

Drooling over a man is not why I’m here

“You’re younger than I thought—from your voice on the phone” His lips tip up, and he smirks at me

If I thought he was handsoht deadly with that smirk

Not why you’re here, Payton

“Anything else?” he probes