That was true. Plus, I could afford free. It couldn’t hurt to go in armed with a little knowledge.
“How do I pick a good one?”
He smiled. “I’ll make a few calls. Okay?”
“Okay.” I gulped the rest of my coffee, the caffeine doing nothing to calm my nerves about everything I had to face today.
I stood. “I’ve got Maya’s funeral tonight too. Colter already planned it, but I should be there. She deserves to have at least one person who actually loved her saying goodbye.”
“I’ll let Thomas know.”
I threw a thumb at the stairs. “I think I’m going to get ready just in case you find a lawyer with an immediate opening.”
“All right.” He finished off his coffee and pushed out of his chair. “I’ll do the same. See you in a few.”
“Wow.”I breathed. “I almost want to use the bathroom to see if the toilets are made of gold.”
Thomas stifled a laugh and then looked at me and shrugged, as if there was a possibility they could be.
If this office was an indication of this lawyer’s abilities, Jason had found a winner. Dark wood, gold accents everywhere, and fake foliage shoved into every nook and cranny. Posh and ostentatious.
It also made me wonder about the free consultation. A guy in this sort of place… I’d ask Jason about it after we left. I had a feeling he’d been sneaky.
“Hi,” his extra-blonde, extra-coiffed secretary drawled. “You must be Ms. Williams and…” she said and looked up, wiggling a little. “Mr. Georgiou.”
I forced myself not to roll my eyes. I had experienced plenty of women flirting with my boss. Although, for some reason, this woman irritated me more than most.
Jason’s hand came to rest on my lower back, and he pulled me a little closer. “That would be us.”
Hopefully, she’d take the hint that he wasn’t interested. Now that I thought about it, he didn’t seem interested in most of the women who flirted with him.
Her gaze dipped to my waist, and she stood. “I’ll see if he’s ready for you.”
“Thank you,” I said.
Thomas leaned over. “Think she’d give me a shot?”
I sighed. “Has any woman ever turned you down when you turned on the charm?” The answer to that was a hard no. The guy was a flirt and a half, and he had no trouble finding fun.
Jason shook his head. “The last thing we need is you breaking her heart.”
I gasped. “He’s blushing.”
“Hey, I know your secrets. Don’t mess with me.” He winked.
“Whatever.” I chuckled.
“Mr. Stanton says y’all can come right on in.”
Before we could get to the door, a large man in a Stetson was sticking his hand out. “Good to meet y’all. I’m Beau Stanton.” He shook hands with each of us while walking backwards. “Come on in and grab a seat.” He gestured to leather chairs. “Now, before we get started, I want y’all to know this consultation is confidential.”
I was half tempted to pull out Google Translate, but I think this guy’s accent would have broken it.
“Okay,” I replied. That was nice to know. I mean, I’d been in enough meetings with Jason and his lawyers to know all that, but I was glad he was upfront.
Once Jason and I were seated, Mr. Stanton leaned back in his chair. His gaze traveled to Thomas, who stood behind Jason and back to me. “How can I help you, good folks?”
Jason looked at me.
