Chapter 25The next day, they stood in a paved driveway, on a steep street in Westmount—Montreal’s richest borough.
This morning, after they’d had breakfast at Jude’s lovely kitchen table, Jude had been in a hurry to take Harris to his workshop. Harris had a few days off and was looking forward to stepping deeper into Jude’s world.
“Okay, it’s pretty messy in there,” Jude said, punching in a code by the garage door. In the sunlight, his eyes were so blue, they took Harris’s breath away.
Harris looked at the million-dollar houses around him. “This man who lends you his garage to work in—”
“He used to be a client.” With a grave expression, Jude turned to look at the garage door slowly opening. “I e-mailed him yesterday, after I quit and told him I’d retired Pallas and I wouldn’t be availa
