Dixie’s astonishment as they stepped into Fulton Summer’s office escaped her lips before her brain had a chance to rein it in. “I take it you’ve been caught off-guard, Ms. Walker?” Fulton stood, seeming neither agitated nor surprised. “Actually, I’m Riley Walker.” Riley thrust out his hand. Dixie wondered whether Riley were trying to diffuse the tension created by her idiotic outburst or hoping to make a quick ally in the other man and distance himself from Dixie entirely. “Glad to know you, Mr. Walker.” The lawyer gripped Riley’s hand. “Nice to meet you too, sir.” Riley gave a nod and released the handshake. “And this is—” “I am so sorry.” Dixie rushed forward the moment Fulton’s hand was free. She seized it and began pumping vigorously. “I just hadn’t thought about how familiar you would look. I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised after, well, a lifetime looking at Miss Lettie, that is Letticia Gautier, my--”
