The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
"Carl Simpson?! Bullshit! Did you think that changing your last name to Simpson makes you related to Carl?! Dream on! Someone like you won't even make it through their front door!"
But even as he finished, a black luxury car quietly stopped beside us, and a towering man with an air of nobility alighted.
He did not even look at Harry as he hurried to my side, draping a jacket over my shoulders, and tousled my hair affectionately.
"What are you hanging around for, Ruby? Grandpa is getting anxious…"
He trailed off, as it was only then that he noticed Harry. "Who's this?"
I hugged Yannick's arm and beamed. "Oh, just someone who came in for a consultation. We're just talking."