Spencer’s POV

“You married a guy named Herbert?”

I was sitting on the sofa eating ice cream with Madison, while she told me the details of her wonderful marriage.

“Yeah. I did,’ she responded while laughing.

“Did you call him Herbie?” I teased.

“Yes, all the time,” she said while rolling her eyes. “No, I didn’t call him Herbie. I called him Alex. Herbert Alexander Rivers. Sounds charming, doesn’t he?”

“No. Sounds like a guy named Herbert.”

Madison gently kicked me as she continued her story.

“Anyway, he was wonderful. Sexy. Brilliant. Did I tell you he’s an aerospace engineer?”

“No.”

“Well he is.”

“What does he do in Atlanta, Georgia that has to do with Aerospace?”

“Well, there are plenty of jobs in Atlanta for Aerospace Engineers, but he doesn’t do any of them. He works for his dad. Well, with his dad. They’re partners.”

“And his father’s name?” I was taking notes as she spoke, but nothing was looking very promising. “Herbie the original?”

She rolled her eyes before she answered, “Hamilton Rivers. I don’t know his middle name. He’s like fifty and married for the third time to a woman named Candy. She’s like twelve.”

I smiled and raised my eyebrows at her.

“Okay, she’s 23, but she acts twelve.”

“Hamilton Rivers. That sounds familiar.”

“It should. Like I said. Rich guy. Owns a giant oil company. Do you ever pay attention to me?”

“Yes.”

I took another bite of my Ben & Jerry’s before continuing.

“Oh wow. Hamilton Rivers. Hamilton Michael Rivers.”

“Okay. You’re getting creepy. So, you know him.”

“Sort of. He’s horrible. He has a daughter.”

“Yes, Spence. That makes perfect sense. He has a daughter; therefore, he is horrible.”

“I know his daughter. She’s a lawyer.”

“No, she’s not a lawyer.”

“Yes, she is.”

“No, she’s not.”

I was growing more and more frustrated with her. Why couldn’t she elaborate like a normal adult human being?

“Okay. She’s not a lawyer. I must have the wrong guy. It must be a different Hamilton Rivers that’s a huge oil tycoon—a different Hamilton Rivers from Georgia.”