Free Try (Temptation Series) by Ella Frank

late. Mr. Morrison got held up on his way here.”
    “Big surprise there,” Logan heard their client mutter.
    The fifth person finally walked through the door, and Logan found himself staring at none other than—
    Tate. Tate Morrison apparently.
    * * *
    Tate raised a hand and pushed his fingers back through his hair as he stepped into the conference room. Situated in the center was a large oval table was surrounded by at least, Tate would guess, fifteen to twenty chairs, and the back wall was made up of large windows covered by thin blinds letting in the muted morning sunlight.
    Holding his helmet by his leg, he scanned to room, and he was shocked when they landed on the blond man from a couple of nights ago.
    What the—
     Before he could say anything though, Mr. Branson, his lawyer, indicated a seat opposite from— ugh— his pissed-off and soon-to-be ex-wife.
    “What did you do? Walk here?” Diana accused from across the table.
    Tate resisted the urge to flip her off as he placed his helmet on the floor beside his leg. “There was an accident, okay?”
    “You couldn’t call?”
    Tate shook his head and glared at the woman he’d stupidly wasted three years of his life on. “Sure, Diana, when would I have done that on my bike?” Turning to face his lawyer, Tate sighed. “Can we just begin and get this over with?”
    Mr. Branson nodded and opened his briefcase with two clicks of the locks. “Of course, of course.” He fished his glasses out of the case and pushed them on. “Well, first, this is Mr. Madison, the plaintiff’s lawyer. He’ll ask you a few questions today, and then we’ll go over some paperwork. Do you have any questions about that?”
    Tate glanced at the blond man sitting opposite him . Um, no, but I do have a question about him. How does he know Logan?
    He was considering asking the question when something in the corner caught his eye. From where he was sitting, his view was obstructed, but it was obvious that someone else was also in the room with them.
    Great, she needs two lawyers? Nice to know that Daddy’s money bought her good representation, and she still took twelve months to sign.
    Right now, as a final hurrah, she was after his Kawasaki Ninja 650, and he would be damned if she took it. He loved that thing—probably more than he’d ever loved her.
    “Do you really need two lawyers, Diana? How many times do I have to tell you? I am not selling my bike. Bringing me to a fancy lawyer’s office for a little over seven grand is ridiculous, even for you, but I suppose you actually need me here this time to sign the papers I filed over a year ago.”
    “And you being a pigheaded ass about a bike is nothing new either. It’s a toy, one you don’t need, and we bought it together.”
    “Bullshit, we’ve already split everything, and I—”
    “Mr. Morrison,” the blond guy finally spoke up.
    Tate pinned him with a fuck-you look. He was surprised when the big guy glanced over his shoulder, obviously looking toward the second lawyer, who was still silent.
    “Yes, Mr. Madison?” Tate snapped, bringing the man’s attention back to him.
    “If we could keep this civil, it would probably work out much better for all involved.”
    “Is that right?”
    Mr. Madison nodded once as the look in his eyes changed from serious to one of—
    Is that sympathy? Fuck that.
    “Fine,” Tate conceded, slumping back into his chair and crossing his arms over his chest.
    “Okay then, if you could have your lawyer read over these terms and either agree or disagree—”
    Tate glared stubbornly at the blond, “I don’t need to read it. I disagree. She’s just being spiteful.”
    “ She is sitting right here.”
    “Yes, I’m well aware of that,” Tate replied caustically. I am so sick of this shit. It’s not my job to listen to her petty crap anymore.
    At his comment, Tate heard a sound from the far corner that he could have sworn was a laugh, but in the end, it was disguised as a