“He’s not anything I ever would have allowed myself to like or know. He’s my client. Being with him risks my career. Being with him risks my life,” I tried to explain, but the words just kept coming more and more panicked. “It makes no sense, Beau, but we are compatible. He’s a criminal, a hedonist, a sinner. But everyone likes him. You should see it. It’s impossible to dislike him because he has this smile and this charm…”
