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“Married at nineteen and divorced for six. Did you cheat on your spouse?”
“Yes, a few times in the end. The divorce was very drawn out, and she was already living with the man she married later when I did. And you?” He knew she wouldn’t answer this one. The rest had been easy.
“Yes. Have you ever had an affair with someone at work?” She went on as if she didn’t just admit to cheating on her husband. He wished she would elaborate—she didn’t seem the type to cheat.
“No, I haven’t. I knew that it would never go anywhere, and I would have to continue working with the woman. I’m not getting remarried again. One and done. You?”
“Yes. Have you ever touched anyone inappropriately at the office that you are aware of?” She went on once again like her answer wasn’t a complete shock to him.
“No, I have not. Okay, back to your answer. Yes, that you don’t want to get married again, or yes, you had an affair with someone at the office?” He leaned forward in his chair. Her pen had stopped.
“Both, actually. Can you answer the question?”
“Who?” He had never heard a whisper about it, ever.
“This isn’t about me, Harrison. Can you answer the question?” she stated again.
“I did, Seraphina. I said no.” He had flustered her. It was cute because she was actually getting red, though it wasn’t as satisfying as he had thought it would be.
“Did you ever date Kylie Nash?” she asked him again.
“No, I have never seen her outside of this building.” He answered her question and watched her write.
“Did you ever touch Kylie Nash inappropriately?”
“No. She touched me on occasion, but I distracted her.”
She looked up from her paper. “How?”
“By ignoring her verbal advances, pushing her away, and stating I have a girlfriend.”
“Did you?”
“Sometimes, but usually not. I am not a purvey old man, and she was young. Have you ever slept with someone who was twenty?”
Her eyes found his again. “I don’t know. I don’t have them fill out a questionnaire,” she quipped. “Why do you think Kylie Nash is doing this to you?”
“I don’t know. I don’t have the kind of money other lawyers in the firm have, or the loose scruples they have either. If she would have picked over a dozen guys here, they would have happily put her up in an apartment and given her anything she wanted. But I’m not like that.” He leaned back in his chair.
“Do you have family money she thinks she can get a hold of?” Sera asked.
“No, I came from nothing. My ex’s family had money, but I was raised by a single mom who scraped by to get me through school,” he admitted. Not many people know that he came from nothing.
“Where is your mom now? Are you still in contact with her?” Sera asked.
“I bought her a little place my second year out of school. She’s now retired and loves to garden and can finally dedicate her time to art,” he said, happy with his decision to take care of the woman who had taken care of him for all those years. She deserved more than he could give her, and he gave her everything he could.
Her eyes snapped up to his at his last word. “What kind of art?”
“Oils mostly. She does landscapes. Sells some, but not much yet.” He was interested in her interest in his mom. Most women didn’t care about her, not even his ex.
“What’s her name?” She was no longer pretending to write it down.
“Emily Dean. Her work is under E Dean. Do you know her?” he asked since her eyes went wide when he said her name.
“No, just sounds familiar, that’s all,” her voice cracked, and she turned her attention quickly back to her papers on her desk.
Letting go of the odd reaction, he asked, “Why green?”
