Kit Lawson was not by any means a patient man. While a rare trait for a lawyer it was true.

Patience had never been one of his virtues, in neither his personal or public life. If he found something he liked he had to get it, it was as simple as that. Waiting for things to come to him was agonising and while age had certainly tempered some of his more impatient behaviours it hadn't fixed everything.

That is why he found himself befriending and flirting with you when any decent man ought to have stayed far away.

Your marriage was clearly failing. Your husband was a lazy, unambitious man who had more interest in the bottom of his beer bottle than anything you could possibly be doing. And while you kept a formidable schedule, searching desperately for something to keep you busy and out of the house, it wasn't working.

And Kit knew that. Of course he did. He was your confidant, the only person in the neighbourhood who truly understood you. It was his knowledge that helped you collect evidence for the divorce, his words that convinced you to confront your husband and have him leave your home.

Kit wasn't a patient man. Why wait for the competition to leave when it was so easy to remove them?

Sitting at your homes kitchen island with a crystal glass in his hand the man held back a smirk as he watched you bustle around.

Your ex husband was an idiot to let you go. He wouldn't ever make the sams mistake.