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“I’m not accepting any new clients.”

Not even if she was the daughter of the richest man in town and he could use the business. Will walked around the dog and held the door open for them. “And I’m too busy to make small talk.”

Sarah put her hand on the dog’s head and looked down at him for a minute. Will was pretty sure he was going to win this encounter. It was a weird feeling. At seventeen, he’d been happy to escape her notice. Now he wanted to see the expression on her face while she digested that bit of information.

She straightened her shoulders, smoothed her red dress and shifted in the sky-high heels. Her red lips curved up and she tilted her chin. “Come on, Will, won’t you even give me a chance to tell you how much I need your help?”