Page 6 of Heated (Burned, Inc.)
This is business. And I have a job to get done. Valerie Summers came to BURNED—to me—for help in ending one phase of her life so she could start another, and that should be my only focus. Not the inner workings of her relationship and definitely not the man in it.
I resist the urge to give my head a good, hard, wake-the-fuck-up-buttercup shake. If anyone knows the pitfalls of becoming besotted by attractive packaging.
“Thank you.” I lean back in my chair, away from the phone. Away from that image. “If you’ll include the picture with your letter, that would be perfect. We’ll confirm the date and time with you first before we proceed. This is to just make sure you haven’t decided to go in a different direction or changed your mind about ending the relationship altogether.”
“I won’t,” Valerie says, a vein of steel running through her tone and reflecting in her eyes as she sinks back in her chair.
I nod, but it’s happened.
And this is with a couple so beautiful they look as if they fit more perfectly than puzzle pieces.
So no, wouldn’t be surprised.
But again, judgment-free zone. And this is business.
Tugging my keyboard toward me, I smile.
“Let’s get you broken up, then.”
