I arrived home and flopped onto my sofa, my body still thrumming from the best sex of my life. God, I had no idea sex could be like that. I mean, I’d had good sex, I’d had bad sex, but I’d never had mind-numbing sex.
My phone buzzed in my purse and I dug it out to see Wes calling. I hadn’t heard from him in a while, so I hoped nothing was wrong. “Hi, Wes.”
“Hey, Lyric. Did I catch you at a bad time?”
Loaded question, buddy.
“No, not at all. Is everything okay with Sutter Street?”
“I’m not calling about business.”
“Oh, okay.”
“Are you seeing anyone?”
That depends. Am I seeing him naked? Yes. Am I dating him? No.
“No one exclusively,” I said. “Why?”
“I’d like to take you out.”
“On a date?”
“Yes. Roller skating.”
“Wes—”
“Kidding,” he said, and chuckled. “The case is done and my invoice has been paid, which means we’re no longer professionally linked, so I’d like to take you on a real date and get to know you.”
“Um…”
“Dinner, somewhere with no stairs. I’ll pick you up and we’ll go at your pace. Saturday night?”
“You know, Saturday night’s prime date night time,” I pointed out.
“I’m aware, which is why I asked you if you were seeing anyone.”
“It’s kind of short notice.”
Wes chuckled. “Lyric, I know you well enough to know that if you had a date, you’d come right out and say it. So, unless you find me grotesque, which I know you don’t, I’ll pick you up at seven—”
“I like to eat like a geriatric.”
“Okay, I’ll pick you up at four.”
“Maybe more like a senior citizen.”
“Five-thirty. We’ll head to the Chart House.”
I let out a quiet gasp. “I love the Chart House.”
“I’m aware.”
It was my favorite restaurant. I’d taken his team there when we’d won the case and probably mentioned it a thousand times.
I smiled. He remembered.
“I’ll be ready,” I said.
