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“I have to talk to him. Ask what the hell he thinks he’s doing talking to Chelsea.”
“I’m coming with you.” I grit my teeth, my fingers flexing against Sophie’s hips as the vivid image of slamming my fist into his face consumes me.
“Okay.”
I grip the back of her head and kiss her, relieved that she isn’t going to insist she goes alone. Because if I know my father, he’ll try anything to get what he wants.
But I’ll die before I let him hurt Sophie.
Chapter 32
Sophie
“He’s coming.” Drew’s voiceconveys disgust as he looks out of the window at the cafe we’re sitting in. We figured neutral territory was the best option.
I follow his eyeline outside, my throat tightening at the sight of Henry crossing the street toward us. He’s wearing one of his work suits, the same as Drew and I. This is not how I planned my week starting. I should be prepping for trial now that it’s so close. But at least being dressed for a fight makes me feel better about the confrontation that’s about to ensue.
“He doesn’t even look worried. Asshole,” Drew hisses as Henry holds the door open for a young woman who’s exiting. He flashes her a charming smile as she passes, his eyes landing on her ass as she leaves.
“Typical.” I snort, folding my arms over my chest.
Henry looks around the crowded space, then sees us sitting at a small table near the back. He walks over and takes a seat, nodding briefly at Drew before his gaze rakes over me.
“You’re looking well, Soph. Pregnancy suits you.”
Drew might as well as have steam blowing from his ears, the way that his chest expands and his eyes lock on Henry like he’s deciding whether to snap his neck or strangle him.
Henry’s gaze drops over my cleavage.
“Keep your fucking eyes up,” Drew snaps.
An amused glint flashes in his eyes. “Nice to see you too, Son.”
“Cut the shit, Henry,” I say, leaning across the table before the two of them start brawling. “We didn’t come here to exchange pleasantries.”
He chuckles. “And here’s me thinking you missed me and realized the original version is better.”
Drew’s chair legs screech against the floor as he pulls it closer to the table, lowering his voice to a decibel above murderous as he leans toward Henry.
“I’ve got no problem knocking your ass on the floor right here in front of all these people if you talk to Sophie with anything less than the respect she deserves. So why don’t you try again?”
Henry’s eyes narrow as he glares at Drew. Then he cricks his neck and looks at me. “Why don’t you tell me what this is about? Because as wonderful as it is to see you, I’m working and I need to get back.”
“My client,” I say, devoid of emotion. “You approach her again and I’ll have your badge.”
The color drains from Henry’s face, but he quickly plasters on a fake smile.
“I bumped into her. It was nothing more than a coincidence.”
The skepticism in Drew’s gruff exhale matches my internal eye roll.
“Don’t act like we’re stupid. You come near her again, whether it’s under the pretense of being worried about me or not, and you’ll see just how difficult things can get for you.”
“Oof, there’s that bite.” Henry smirks, but I know I’ve hit a nerve by the way he’s glancing around the room to make sure no one else can overhear.
I wait for his eyes to return to mine. “Are we clear?”
“Loud and clear, Handler.”
