It’d be crazy for him to say he didn’t believe in fate when he believed he talked to his sister several times a month in dreams.
Where any of this was going to lead was still up in the air, but as Gale said when she guessed his underwear, he let it hang and went where he was called.
He laughed out loud over that description.
She was pretty accurate.
He’d been like that his whole life but more so once everything came crashing down around him.
Crashing was a good word to use. His life, his dreams, his world. All of them were slamming into one and making him decide what to do and where to go.
Even something as simple as dinner out.
A date.
Shit, he hadn’t been on a real date in years.
Did he meet up with women and get together, then have casual sex? Yeah, he did.
But nothing in his mind had ever been long term. It couldn’t be. He’d never be able to put someone else first until he could put the past where it belonged.
Yet in walks Gale right next to him in the courthouse, a wide smile, a charming voice, and an attitude that she was going to take care of it for him.
He still wasn’t sure how he felt about all of that, but would see where it went.
After hours more of reading the court trial and not discovering much new or helpful other than a few odd things he’d made notes on, he left to pick Gale up at her place.
He found her car and parked a few down next to it, went into the building, then up to the fourth floor and knocked on her door.
It was opened quickly. She’d obviously changed from work, wearing dark jeans like him, only hers were more fitted to her body, giving off curves he hadn’t noticed before, a multi-colored silk shirt tucked into the waist, and let’s not forget nude pumps on her feet.
Heaven help him, there was no way he was going to concentrate on anything with her sitting across from him.
Not when he was betting there was a matching set of silk undergarments this time. She’d be that way, he was sure.
She was grinning at his stare. “Do I meet with your approval?”
“You know you do.”
“What’s going through your mind?”
“Nothing you want to know.”
She laughed, and the sound rippled through him, over his face, down his chest, settling low in his belly until his cock stirred and shifted for space. Thank God for boxers and the freedom they gave him.
“I think I can guess,” she said, leaning in close to his face. “Yes, they match.”
He groaned when she stepped back to shut and lock her door, her purse over her shoulder, her hair casting off the scent of citrus.
If he inhaled it longer than he should have, it’d be his little secret.
“How was your day?” he asked. She’d gotten out earlier than he’d thought she would.
“Good. How about yours? Find anything interesting?”
“A few things interesting but nothing earth shattering. There are times I feel I’m not as open-minded as I should be. Or I wasn’t for years and am getting there now. I think that is why it’s all getting checked over, but it takes time.”
“It does and it will.” They got in the elevator. “Tonight, your choice of what you want to talk about. The case, your book, me.” The grin she sent him told him exactly what she wanted. “Or the area. Sometimes it’s nice to take a break from the grind. That’s what I’m doing for a bit.”
