His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk. “That’s not what double jeopardy means. And as I mentioned before, I’ve never slept with or dated Madison.”
“I’ve been a sex therapist and have worked with hundreds of couples for years. I can smell a couple who’s slept together from miles away.”
“You know, you have the voice for it,” he states, tapping his finger against his chin thoughtfully.
I reel back. “What kind of voice do you need to be a therapist?”
“You’ve got that phone sex operator voice.”
“I’m not a phone sex operator!” I snap, louder than I mean to as a few people in the courthouse momentarily pause to observe us curiously. Cain just smiles.
I lower my voice a few octaves. “I’m a psychotherapist. A licensed marriage and family therapist. I went to school for this. The least you could do is respect my education.”
He laughs and it pisses me off even more. “Hey, next time we run into each other, bring my lucky boxers with you, okay?”
“There won’t be a next time,” I hiss out.
His grin deepens. “You can’t tell that the universe is forcing us together?”
“The universe doesn’t know what it’s doing.”
“Ah, come on, this arguing in court today feels a lot like foreplay. I told you; I like this side of you. Spicy.”
“Well, I don’t like this side of you.”
“I’d rather you be underneath me right now.”
“Well, I would have rather not been sued today!”
He grins, completely unbothered. “I have no regrets except not fucking your ass when I had the chance.”
My mouth drops open, heat covering my cheeks thinking about our night together and the almost anal sex we had. Cain had suggested it; I’d been onboard, until we realized we didn’t have enough lube.
“You’re a pig for bringing that up right now.”
He steps forward until his body’s practically pressed to mine. I crane my neck upward, glaring at him.
His stupid sharp jaw. His soft green eyes. And those glasses I want to yank off and crush under my heels.
“My name sounds so pretty coming from your lips. I like that we’re not strangers anymore.” Then he takes his pointer finger and presses upwards on his perfectly angled, stupidly straight nose and smashes it ridiculously. “Oink, oink.”
I’m not sure if I should laugh or cry, but I don’t get a chance to respond because he’s gone quicker than I can decide, heading back out of the courthouse and through the front door.
“I’ll be seeing you soon, Rhiannon!” he tosses over his shoulder.
“No, you won’t!” I shout back just as the glass doors glide shut.
Chapter 14 – Cain
“Did you really lose Madison’s case?” My little sister Rosie’s voice calls out to me from the hallway of our law offices where we both work two days after the disaster with Rhiannon.
It may have only been a few days since I brought the case against her, but it feels more like a month. And that’s mostly because since then, I’ve lost another case that I shouldn’t have.
Rhiannon didn’t just kill my winning streak, she buried it. And her and whatever voodoo magic she’s done on my lucky boxers are squarely to blame. Or maybe it’s just the fact that I can’t stop thinking about her.
And despite my weak attempts to wipe her face from my memory, everywhere I go now I’m expecting her to show up in the same unexpected way that she did when she first burst into my life seven months ago and hasn’t stopped reappearing since.
When I’m grabbing my all-black coffee at the shop three blocks away from the office, I expect her to cut in line and order something obnoxious like a peppermint mocha latte.
