Combined with the twenty she’d lifted from the frat boy too drunk to see what he was fishing from his wallet, the money she’d made in the past ten minutes brought Erin up to an even four hundred for the night. It made it worth the anxiety she felt every time she took her turn on top of the bar. And it was more than enough to pay for an entire hour of very expensive attorney time…if she ever got the guts to hire the woman she’d met with last week. Erin knew Scott expected her to sign the divorce decree as it stood. He would bust a blood vessel if he learned she was considering hiring representation to fight him in court. Her soon-to-be ex-husband was that certain of his ability to scare her absolutely shitless. Of course, he had every reason to be sure of himself. She had rarely dared to stand up to him during their three-year relationship. Back in the beginning, she’d thought he was the man of her dreams.
