The restaurant was discreet, all soft lighting and tables spaced far apart. Grayson waited with a glass of whisky in hand and, when Kate arrived, their eyes met for a moment longer than necessary. Neither of them spoke, but something hung in the air between them.

"Thanks for coming," he said, his gaze steady on hers.

Kate nodded and looked away.

"Sorry for making you wait. Traffic's awful at this hour."

Grayson offered a faint smile. Then he pulled a black folder from his briefcase and placed it in front of her.

"Here's the lawsuit. And… thank you for changing your mind."

She took it without a word, but her fingers trembled slightly. If it were up to her, she wouldn't be sitting there at all. But he was her way out. Not the only one, but the best one she had. She cleared her throat and skimmed through the documents.

She frowned almost immediately.

"Grayson… I'm not a corporate lawyer. My specialty is family law. Divorces, custody cases… this isn't my field."

He took a