“A woman.”
“What does she look like?”
“Like a woman.”
Ada grinned. “You like women, so she’s your type.”
He snorted while Cian chuckled softly. “She’s not wrong!”
“Is she your Rapunzel?” Ada persisted.
“Her hair is shoulder-length, so no.”
“What does she do for a living?”
“Ada…”
“What?”
He looked at her, shaking his head. “Wouldn’t you rather set up your father first before trying me?”
“Nah, Dad’s not on the market.” She waved her hand. “Ever since Mom abandoned us and broke his heart, he doesn’t believe in relationships anymore. Except for the ones with you and Gareth.”
Frowning, Cian closed his eyes and groaned. “Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said.”
“Oh, like I wasn’t an accident.” Ada rolled her eyes. “You had me when you were twenty and in the middle of law school. Thatwasn’tplanned.”
“Okay, Ada,” Cian said loudly. “Go home, okay? You have that math test tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I’m not getting paid for it, so…”
“Ada.”
“Fine.” She sighed heavily. “But we’re going to eat at the Sunny Umbrella on Saturday, right?” She looked at Connor hopefully. “If you come along, I always get two desserts.”
Yes, because he always pretended to order one for himself even though he had absolutely no interest in sweets. “Sure. I love being ignored by you at dinner for your phone.”
She grinned. “It’s always a special time for me too! And Gareth is much worse than I am. He’d much rather communicate with machines than people. I have no hope for him either. But you, Connor…you could find your Rapunzel.”
“Yeah, maybe,” he replied distantly. The plan was to get into a serious relationship, right? Truthfully, he had absolutely no interest in princesses. He liked women who didn’t mind getting their hands dirty…in many different ways.
Chapter Seven
Getting to know new people can enrich your soul and your life!
From the self-help book for self-pitiers by psychologist Rachel James
Not for the people who meet you! - Connor
I’ll be honest, Rachel: It doesn’t go over well that you left town.”
She sighed and looked at the Galette's neon sign, which was almost certainly flashing:Your lawyer is right!in Morse code. She turned her back on the sign and stared instead at a row of trash cans to her right.
“I’m sorry, but what could I have done? I have to work, and if I can’t practice as a couples' therapist, at least I can apply my knowledge here! I’ve been postponing my move for almost half ayear because of those stupid mediation attempts. That back and forth exhausted me, and I…I couldn’t take it anymore!”
A sigh was the answer. “I know. You’ll have to fly back a few more times, especially if it actually goes to court — which I hope it doesn't. But right now, it looks like he’s not going to let up.”
Rachel lowered her gaze. She’d expected that. It had gotten…personal. Quickly. That should never have happened between her and one of her clients. But she hadn’t been able to keep quiet!
