Phin Younger had graduated from high school at the age of sixteen and had earned his bachelor’s from Oregon State before he could even drink legally. By the age of twenty-three, he’d earned his law degree and had been hired by one of the best firms in Portland.
It had been five years since he’d graduated from law school, had started to work as a practicing attorney, and had entered the world as a well-educated man. He could speak three languages fluently (English, French, and German); he could remember minute details of cases that he had read about years ago; he rarely lost a case. He was, to quote numerous papers and awards, a brilliant attorney.
The greatest irony? Phin would’ve thought that by now, he’d be able to talk to women.
Apparently not. They tended to find his frankness and t
