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why my fiancé might be suing me. Maybe it has to do with the fact that the real Douglas wasn’t actually at that dinner. It was Jack. Pretending to be Douglas. “So, why don’t you let me call him?”
    â€œYes,” he says, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head. “Please do.”
    â€œOkay,” I say, nodding my head towards the door. Trip doesn’t take the hint. “Okay, so I’ll call you later after I’ve had a chance to sort all of this out.”
    Trip nods enthusiastically, still not getting the hint.
    â€œSo,” I say, “you should leave now.”
    â€œOh, yes,” he says, “of course.”
    Trip finally leaves my office and I prepare to call “Douglas.”
    Instead, I call Jack.
    â€œOhmigod! Douglas is suing me!”
    â€œWho is this?” Jack says. I’m pretty sure I can tell that he’s smiling broadly on the other end of the line.
    â€œCan you please be serious for a second?” I say, jumping up from my desk and closing my office door shut with my foot. “I’m being sued !”
    â€œWell, first of all,” Jack says. “For a lawyer, you don’t react very well to conflict. Or to potential litigation. Where’s the fight in you, Brooke?”
    â€œJack, I am being serious here. What am I going to do? I’ve never been sued before!”
    â€œBut you’ve been involved in tons of lawsuits before. So, you know that most lawsuits end up settling. He must be looking for money. How much is he suing for?”
    â€œTwo million dollars.”
    â€œJesus Christ,” Jack says letting out a huge sigh.
    â€œUm, okay, not helping.”
    â€œI can give you a really big discount on my fees if you want me to represent you,” Jack says, still smiling. Okay, I know I can’t see if he’s smiling, but I just know.
    â€œStill not helping.”
    â€œWell, you’re going to need a lawyer,” Jack says. “Actually, should I be billing you right now?”
    â€œNot! Helping!”
    â€œOkay,” he says. “Then, how’s this: Let me make a few calls and try to find you a lawyer—one who’s not actually involved in this whole thing—and in the meantime, maybe you should go speak to Douglas. Maybe if you tell him what happened, he’ll drop the lawsuit.”
    â€œYou’ve met Douglas,” I say, “haven’t you? He’s not exactly the kind understanding type.”
    â€œWell,” Jack says, “then the other option would be to go and tell Trip the truth. That you and Douglas broke up on the eve of his wedding so you brought me instead and made me wear a kilt and speak with a Scottish accent in an effort to pretend I was Douglas. Actually, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe that would be best. If you explain it to him now, he’ll realize this whole thing was just a big misunderstanding. And ultimately, if you can get him on your side instead of Douglas’s, it’ll make Trip a lot less likely to countersue you for making misrepresentations to him. If you and Trip can stay aligned, you have a much better chance of fighting Douglas. Just call Trip.”
    â€œOkay,” I say.
    â€œOkay, you’re going to talk to Trip? That was easy.”
    â€œWhat?” I ask, beginning to shut my computer down. “Oh, God, no. I’m going to go and yell at Douglas.”

Chapter Seven
    â€œWell, this is unexpected,” my ex-boyfriend Douglas says, and he’s right. The last time we saw each other, I told him in no uncertain terms that I didn’t want to marry him and that I never wanted to see him again. So, under normal circumstances, it would be curious that I’m here. But under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t have to be here. Up until one day ago, I was 100% sure that I’d be keeping my promise; I had no intention of ever seeing Douglas again.
    â€œHow is