Andrew Black had spent the majority of his adult life as a prosecutor, terrifying enough to keep entire courtrooms under control with his scowl under his glasses.
He missed that life deeply.
Being the heir of the Black family of Palatine for less than three months was already aging him in dog years.
Courtrooms were easy. Criminals were predictable.
Families, especially the Maleks, were not.
If not for Denise and Milo Black, who were somehow keeping the Maleks from committing treason on foreign soil just by glaring in their direction, Andrew was convinced the last week would have ended with at least one diplomatic incident and probably a news headline containing the words "unhinged relatives."
And that was before factoring in Mia.
Miraculously, even Mia had behaved, sharp around the edges, yes, but moving with the poised elegance that made Denise whisper, 'Lucas Fitzgeralt is a miracle worker.'
Andrew agreed.
