“This had better be the last place, Soren, or I’m firing you.” They had been driving around the entire day from meeting to meeting and now, Soren wanted him to dine with some chick.

The lawyer only snorted, “As if you could survive without me to clean up your messes,” Soren replied as he maneuvered the car to park.

Vin groaned, this was the third restaurant this week that Soren drove him to. It was also the third dinner date with whichever woman Soren had scheduled.

“If you don’t stop driving me around, the media would think I’m dating you,” Vin jested as they stepped out of the car.

Soren...