_Chapter 4 Chapter 4 “You came.” Angie drew her robe tighter and cinched the tie in a knot. She hadn’t been expecting him this early in the morning. If he’d come any earlier, she’d have missed him while in the shower. When he’d slipped out during her show without saying goodbye, she figured he’d decided to not take her case after all. She held the door open. He slipped past her and whistled as he took in the open floor plan of her downtown loft. “Swanky place you have here.” Angie watched Jack’s gaze dart about her living room, taking in the vintage white sofa and matching settee adorned with crimson pillows and charcoal-gray throw casually tossed over the back. Two zebra print armchairs sat opposite the couch. The contrast of the white, red, and gray color scheme against the dark mahogany floors was striking and elegant, something she was very proud of. The furniture had been an expense she couldn’t live without, a gift from Trevor before he’d died.
