Three weeks later, Lark was sitting at the dining room table with a court case spread out in front of her and her head throbbing. A glass of red wine was placed beside her, and she looked up at Max in confusion. “What is this?”
“I stopped on my way home and got you some red wine.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re edgy.”
“You bought me wine because I’m edgy?”
“Margot said she heard you muttering under your breath about flying to Houston to kill your father for dumping his s**t on you. She thought maybe a glass of wine would soften you a bit.”
“Oh, it’s this lawsuit on corporate espionage. Gracie’s fingers twitched yesterday, and Dad can’t focus on anything but watching her fingers to see if they move again. He asked me to look through this file for a fresh take on it. He thinks the client is fu
