“And?”
“Just Sprite.I don’t drink very much and not at all when I’m the designated driver.”
“You’re one of those responsible people I hear about but have never met.”
She snorted and then laughed.“You make that sound like a bad thing.”
“No,” he said, grinned, and shook his head.“I’ve just not talked to many people like you in my line of work.”
She chuckled.
“Tell me what you do?”he asked.
“I really am just a secretary, but I have to make up briefs and research for the lawyers I work with.”
“May I ask what law firm you’re with?”
She stiffened.“Meyer and Ramsey.”
Kaleb grunted.“They like to defend bad guys.”
She shrugged.“Sometimes.But mostly, it’s regular people.I actually help with much of the pro-bono work they do.”
“All I hear about is the scum they put back on the streets.”
She nodded.“I don’t like it either, but I do my job to the best of my ability and let the system work.”
“What if the system is the problem?”
She noticed his voice got lower and colder, but it didn’t detract from how gorgeous he was.His chocolate brown eyes were surrounded by long lashes that women would kill for.His skin was darker than hers, and she wondered if it was due to his time outside or his nationality.
Her stomach tightened when she looked at his hands.For some reason, men’s hands attracted her, and his were at the top.They were large, clearly two to three times as large as hers.His veins and tendons stood out, starkly showing his strength.She had detected calluses when they’d shaken hands.They were manly hands in every way.
The hands of the men she worked with were soft and manicured, and she found them a turnoff.She guessed it was because her father had been a blue-collar worker, and his hands bore the marks of his hard work.
She agreed.“Then I hope and pray someone will decide to fix it.I don’t want the bad people on the streets any more than you do.”
He released a breath.“I know.I’m sorry.It is just frustrating.”
“Kole had talked about it a lot.It’s nice to get other people’s perspectives on the line of work we’re in.”
She looked toward the dance floor and grinned.
“Your friends look like they are having a good time,” he stated.
She snorted.“Those three can always find something to do.It’s usually my job to keep them in line.”
She turned suddenly and caught him staring at her.She felt a blush cross her face.
“Why didn’t you dance with any of the men that asked you?”he said gruffly.
Her heartbeat accelerated in her chest when she realized he’d been watching her most of the night.
“I ...I’m tired for one.It’s been a long week, and my feet are killing me.I’ve had these stupid shoes on all day.”
He looked down and grimaced.“How tall are they?”
“Four-inch heels.I’m short, so I try to wear shoes that give me some extra height.”
