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can.”
    “No sticks?” she smirked.
    He chuckled, “No sticks. They're just trying to survive like the rest of us.”
                  It was dark outside now and they had finally moved their camp inside. He found her home to be cozy, if not claustrophobic but it was tidy and organized. The living room was scattered with romance novels and fashion magazines, leaving no question of how she spent her free time.
    She was obviously a dreamer, but she made no excuses for it. They ordered a late dinner and by the time they were finished, he knew it was time to go.  He regretted having to leave, but he had an early client in the morning and it was nearly midnight already.
                  “Thank you, Adessa.”
    “There's no reason to thank me. I want to do this with you,” she assured him.
    “You trust me?”
    “Do you trust me?” she threw back at him.
    He smiled warmly, understanding the point she made, and leaned in to kiss her forehead. She was naïve. He told her he would call her in the morning and promised to show her his home. Tomorrow they would decide on a wedding date.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER three
     
     
    His first client was already waiting by the time he strolled into the office with what was left of his first cup of coffee. He nodded toward the young man, who was there for an initial consultation and quickly disappeared down the hall.
    He settled into the chair, behind his large wooden desk and grabbed the file, giving it a look over before picking up the receiver. “Send him back, Carrie,” he said, starting to rearrange the clutter that had become his desktop. His client swiftly appeared, and Judas waved him inside.
                  He introduced himself with a hearty handshake and the young man sunk into the sturdy armchair across from him and began to explain his dilemma in precise detail. Judas made notes and asked all the appropriate questions. His mind was wandering but he managed to give the man sound advice and after the allotted thirty minutes, he was gone. The next client hadn't shown up yet, so he kicked back, resting his feet on the edge of desk while he made a few phone calls. Carrie poked her head in with her usual friendly smile. “Good morning, Mr. Quinn. Refill?” she mouthed quietly.
    He nodded in response and she tiptoed in to collect his empty mug but didn't immediately leave. “Good morning, Carrie,” he said, hanging up the phone.
    “Gonna explain the mystery woman you ran out of here after, or are you keeping me in suspense?” she giggled.
                  He couldn't help but grin. “I met her at the party the other night.”
    She playfully arched a brow. “Oh? Does the future Mrs. Quinn have a name?”
    He smirked, “It's Adessa. How did you know she and I are getting married?” He knew she was teasing, but her words had landed right on the mark.
    “Pretty name for a redhead,” she answered, but quickly added, “Wait. You're really going to marry her?
    He nodded in response.
    Holy shit, Mr. Quinn! I mean...” she broke off. Her voice hinted on both amusement and shock and he shrugged as he answered. “Sure, why not?”
    “Good question,” she shrugged. “I just never saw you as the type to settle down, and this is kind of sudden.”
    “It is sudden, but long overdue,” he agreed. “It'll work out. I have faith. She's a good girl, I think you'll like her.” He could easily picture Carrie and Adessa as friends, but he didn't get the impression Adessa would warm to her very quickly. Given Adessa's past, it might never happen. Carrie was a good worker and she was friendly enough, but she was young and they really didn't have much in common. He had hired her when his last secretary, Martha retired. That was almost four years ago.
                  He didn't know a lot about Carrie, save for that she seemed to be All American, and had a seemingly normal family life. Either there wasn't much to