Excerpt of Following His Lead: A Philadelphia Lawyer Romance by Magdalen Braden

On Thursday, Aarón packed up all his work a couple of hours
early, walked home to Smedley Street, and let himself in.
He loved this charming row house on a street so quiet that
most Philadelphians didn’t even know it existed. He’d
gotten that wrong about Graci too. He assumed she’d share
his love for one of the small old houses nestled in the
shadow of Center City’s high rises. Hah. She tried, but he
could tell she didn’t love it, not like he did. She moved
out when Angie was twelve. Now Angie split her time between
here and her mother’s massive penthouse so high up that
Rittenhouse Square looked like a vividly colored map laid
out at their feet.

He shrugged. For all he knew, Angie had the best of both
worlds. A cozy house here to hang with her father, and a
palace in the sky to impress her friends.

“Hey, Dad.” Angie padded out to the hall to hug him. She
was barefoot, had already shed her school uniform and
changed into a tank and frayed jeans. “I was just giving
Fee a tour of the kitchen. You want some chips?”

“What? Oh, no, sweetie. Thanks.” He stared over Angie’s
shoulder at a gorgeous woman. A gorgeous tall woman. A
gorgeous, tall and very curvy woman. She clearly wasn’t the
twenty-year-old math tutor. So who the hell was this—the
mother of one of Angie’s friends?

He lifted his chin a fraction. “Aren’t you going to
introduce us?” he prompted Angie.

“Hunh? You mean Fiona? Yeah, well, I guess I could.”
Angie’s tone made it clear how silly this impromptu test of
her manners was. “Dad, this is my new math tutor, Fiona
Wheeler. This is my dad.”

This was what math tutors looked like? He’d have taken
Differential Equations if he’d known…