“Are you zoned for this?” I blurted, taking in the bodies in front of computers. Two men and a woman sat in the meeting room, huddled around giant sheets of paper. “As of now, you’re on fundraising. You got legal issues, take it up with Riley McKay.” One of the men sitting at the table had familiar red hair, and stood at the sound of his name. Riley looked the same as he had Friday, in a navy suit and purple tie that were a nod to good tailoring and personal flair at once. He would’ve rocked Alliance with his sheer togetherness. But, as I remembered from the casual way he’d egged me on Friday and how laid back he’d been to find out Max fudged their forms…looks could be deceiving. I didn’t know any lawyers who would be willing to be left out of the loop. He was either careless, crazy, or supremely confident. “Nice to see you again, Payton,” Riley offered, a grin stretching across his boyish face.
