Riptide Page 19
by Debbi Mack
“In what way?”
“The next time Ariel calls, I’ll know exactly where she’s coming from. She won’t know that I know.”
Linda laughed. “Thanks, Sam. Remind me never to get on your bad side.”
“Nonsense. All in day’s work for an attorney,” I said. “Rest easy, Linda. Let me worry about handling Ariel. Assholes are my specialty.”
If only I had known then that I was taking on a case with way more assholes than one person could ever hope to handle.