I stop so abruptly that I almost spill the coffee on my hand. I must be hallucinating because there’s no way Matt, a.k.a. One-Night Stand Number Five, can be seated here. To clear my vision, I blink a few times. But nope. He’s still in front of me, in one of the two chairs reserved for visitors. Unlike before, he’s in a suit—a navy pinstriped suit. There’s a box of donuts, and… “Oh, great,” David says perkily. “Jan, meet Matt Aston. He’s our new in-house counsel.”
