ESTELLE

“What the hell?” I yelped in surprise to find Linden already sitting next to me in the backseat of my car. “What are you doing here?”

“I told you I need to talk to you.”

I shot him a sharp glance. “Then a normal person does by calling my office to arrange an appointment.”

“I think we both know that we pass beyond that.”

“Mr. Linden, would you mind stepping out of the car, please? You’re making my client uncomfortable,” Quinn interrupted.

Linden was unbothered and hadn’t moved a muscle. His gaze was still pinning it on. “Just give me two minutes, Hunter. And I wouldn’t do anything to...