Sitting across from Matt, AJ crossed her shapely legs. With every wag of her foot, he could see the tell-tale red sole of her Christian Louboutin black leather pumps.
Unsmiling, Matt stared at her and said, “You look fit, AJ. Doing pilates?”
“Cut the crap,” she snarled. “You want the alimony checks to stop?” Matt’s ears perked up with his interest.
“I need your help to close a deal,” she said.
“My client only deals with married couples, so I need a pretend husband.”
“Charlie?” volunteered Matt.
“He flinches,” she said.
“No I don’t,” Charlie said as he flinched.