Chapter 3

“There’s actually a difference?” Jenny looked down at the flute in her hand. “Huh. I guess that’s one on me then.” Her full mouth twisted into a semblance of his smile, and she leaned forward, lowering her tone. “I’ll fill you in on a secret. I’m more of a beer kind of gal. Give me a cold frosty mug over this stuff any day.”

The man matched her confiding tone. “Me too. Nothing like a cold beer at the end of a long day.” He glanced around the room with a distasteful look. “I’m probably going to need more than one after tonight.”

She laughed. She couldn’t help it. After listening to so much pomposity all night, it was a relief to talk to somebody with a real opinion, especially one that so closely matched her own. “I’m Jenny,” she said, sticking out her hand.

He accepted it. “Ashley Edwards. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I would ask if you’re enjoying the firm’s humble party, but I think I know the answer.”