“My heart is broken.” Maggie glanced up from her laptop. “Oh dear,” she said. “Not again. That makes it, what, three times in the last two months?” Finn’s smoky blue eyes sparkled at her. “Probably,” he agreed. “Now what are you going to do about it?” She blinked at him. “Me?” “You’re my lawyer,” he told her, a grin starting to tip the sides of his sensual mouth. “You’re supposed to have solutions to my problems.” It was difficult not to smile back at that famous face but somehow Maggie managed it. “Your legal problems, buster. Not your romantic ones.” She picked up a pen and tapped it against her cheek. “Are there still such things as lovelorn columns? You could write into one. Think about the headline—Huge Music Star Just Wants Love. The columnist would be overrun with responses. Of course, nowadays, you could probably just send out a tweet and have the same effect.” Finn was staring at her so intently that the burgeoning smile at her own joke dried up.
