Her Divorce Lawyer Want Her novel Chapter 51

Freya took the elevator up to the 64th floor.

She’d just stepped out when she nearly got flattened.

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The three German Shepherds charged her like a pack of furry missiles, and Freya barely kept her feet–teetering on the edge of a total face–plant.

“Boys, heel.”

At Ryan’s sharp command, the dogs slunk back with ears pinned and tails tucked low, circling him before dropping into perfect sits at his feet.

Freya dusted the muddy paw prints off her uniform and strolled over. “So, the coffee maker?”

Ryan said, “Haven’t picked one up yet.”

Freya was confused.

She wondered, ‘Fix what, exactly?‘

He was sprawled on the couch, scratching one dog behind the ears with his free hand while doom–scrolling his phone with the other, looking for all the world like he had zero cares. “You’re a coffee fiend, yeah? Any hot tips on a decent machine?”

Freya asked, “Couldn’t we just text about this?”

She wondered, ‘Why haul my ass up here at this ungodly hour?‘

And-

She leaned in to scan the room. “No sign of your lady friend?”

“My lady friend? Who?”

Freya rolled her eyes. “Oh, please–keep up the act.”

Ryan jabbed a finger at each dog in sequence. “Meet Big Son, Middle Son, and Little Son–all prime examples of manhood. You’re the only lady in here.”

Freya clocked it then: this spoiled heir was wide awake in the witching hour, bored stiff and spoiling for a fight.

“I’ll whip up a list of brands and specs and email it over. Anything else, Mr. Reed? Nah? Then I’m outta here.”

“Whoa, hang on.” He reeled her back in. “Fridge is glitchy too. You’re already here–poke around?”

“Fridge?” She glanced at the shiny stainless number in the kitchen. “What’s it doing?”

“Not cooling for shit. Temp’s frozen–won’t budge down.”

With a resigned huff, Freya shuffled over and popped the door. Bingo–not a whisper of cold air; the display was all wrong.

Ryan ambled up behind her sometime later, pockets stuffed, the picture of nonchalance: “Spot the problem?”

These hotel setups ran on bleeding–edge smart tech–zero issues unless the juice cut out…

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12:40 pm P P P

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Freya hunkered down and groped along the back-

Her expression soured.

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“Plug’s not even in the wall–duh, no cooling!” She popped back up, irritation cranked to eleven. “Housekeeping sweeps through every day, right? It was humming fine this morning, and now the cord’s yanked loose after dark? Come on, Mr. Reed–admit it, this is you being a dick.”

He hitched a shoulder. “Probably the pups tussling–must’ve snagged it. Beats me.”

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