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tell about her, or she was the real deal. He really hadn't been interested in finding out which. She was just another young girl doing her best to make something of her life.
                  He and Carrie talked for a few minutes but had to break the conversation when his client finally arrived. It was another young man, and Judas thought they were all beginning to look the same and have the same story. Whether he was retained or not, he always gave the best advice he could and conducted himself in a professional manner.
    The morning was going well but the mention of his engagement had gotten Carrie's attention and she seemed genuinely excited for him. Her own wedding had only been a month ago and she had a lot of unsolicited advice to share. He allowed her to chatter on, but when he disappeared into his office with a tall, waif-like brunette, she left them alone.
                  “Can I ask you something, sir?” she asked as he entered the small kitchenette to grab another refill.
    God, he hated when she called him that. After months of trying to get her to use his first name, he had given up. Even when she posed at events with him, he was always Mr. Quinn to her. “Sure, Carrie,” he said as he flicked two sugar packets between his fingers.
    She drew in a deep breath before finally just asking, “Are you going to tell your wife about the women who visit you?”
                  He silently opened the packets and dumped them into his mug, stirring the mixture with a plastic spoon, considering his reply. “I haven't really thought about that, to be honest.” That was the truth. He hadn't even considered what Adessa's reaction might be to that, but it was all connected to his situation with Jaime, and though he didn't want to lie to her, he wasn't sure he had a way around it. He had to figure something out.
    “I see,” she said thoughtfully.
    “I don't plan on lying to her, if that's what you're asking.” he said flatly, “I just don't know what the options are yet.”
    She nodded, “I didn't mean to imply that, Mr. Quinn. It's just that I can't see where it fits into your fairytale.”
                  “It doesn't. It has nothing to do with it, and that's how it will stay,” he made up his mind. “My sex life is mine, she has no reason to know.”
    She rifled through the mini-fridge, not bothering to look at him. “I'd like to see this work out for you. Just please be careful.” And that is where the conversation stopped.
                  Carrie had never asked about the women before, but it had long been an unspoken understanding between them. She still treated him with respect, whether she had any for him or not and she still seemed to enjoy her work. She accepted his answer, though he got the feeling she didn't agree with it.
    It was the only answer he had, and he really couldn't care less what her feelings about it were. He was going to marry Adessa as soon as possible and it made no difference to him what anyone thought, other than Adessa herself. For a brief moment, his mother popped into his mind but he brushed it off. Yes, Mother would have to get over it too.
     
                  He picked  Adessa up for a late lunch and she chose a small cafe near his office, where they both ordered a salad and club sandwiches. The temperature was perfect for the middle of September and the bright colors in the leaves formed a picturesque backdrop for their meal. She had worn a simple white cotton dress that stopped just above her knees and red sandals, which complimented his navy blue sweater and taupe slacks. They looked like the perfect pair, despite the fact he was tall and muscular, where she was petite and curvy.
                  “You look gorgeous, doll,” he said, leaning back against the seat.
    “Thanks, but I'm really pretty plain today,” she started to explain.
    He arched a brow. “Alright, first thing we need to work