This was my second week working at Neilson & Sons, a law firm owned by George Neilson, and his sons Dave and Richard. They specialized in civil and estate law, but all that mattered to me was that they were kind bosses, and as a receptionist, I never had too much work to do. Most of my day consisted of answering phones, running errands, letting lawyers know that clients had arrived and asking clients to wait: truly mind-numbing work, but it paid the bills - barely. Today was different, though. Today I got my first glimpse of Brad Reinehart. George Neilson had told me to expect a "tall man", and to send him straight through to his office without making him wait. Despite the warning, it was still a shock when Brad walked in, six feet three inches tall, his physical presence a force to be reckoned with. It was as if he leaked testosterone, and my eyes widened slightly as he came up to the reception area and asked for Mr. Neilson. His hair was dark brown and he had tan skin, his dark blue eyes a shocking contrast to the rest of his face.
