Chapter 63 His Words, Her Body

• Christian
• The ride back was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional rustle of papers on the seat beside me. I hadn’t stopped thinking about that meeting with Benjamin Parker.
• When Derrick handed me the phone in my office and said, "It’s your father-in-law," I thought he was joking. I wasn’t even sure he had my number. But there he was, on the line, his voice controlled, neutral, but not cold. He wanted to meet. He didn’t say why, and I didn’t ask. I just said, "I’ll come to you," and I meant it.