Harper snatches the card from my hand. “‘H. Bennett. Attorney-at-Law. 20010 Greystone Blvd. Suite 901.’ Wow. He didn’t put his first name on it. Talk about boundaries.” She shifts her attention to me, a sly smile playing about her lips. “And yet, the elusive Mr. Bennett gave you his first name.” He didn’t just give it to me. He ordered me to use it.
