Once, she’d dreamed of being a trial attorney. Roman knew that.
Sadie had learned quickly to avoid anyone who interfered with her career and her life, especially when they were men who wanted to share her bed, too.
By the time that internship prospect had dissolved, the other spots were all spoken for. What was left? Well…
“I’m a divorce attorney,” she said.
Then it was Roman’s turn for his expression to falter because, seriously, who would’ve guessed this was the path she’d end up on? He recovered quickly, rearranging his expression back to neutral.
“Let’s have dinner,” he said, the suggestion spoken with such certainty it was practically a proclamation. “I’ve always wanted to share roasted chicken with a divorce attorney. It’s been a personal dream of mine.”
“That’s your dream?” Sadie asked. “I always thought you wanted more from life.”
“We all have secrets.” Roman moved a hair closer.
Without intending to, without planning it, Sadie took a small step toward him. “What are your other secrets?”
The charge between them magnified to the point where she swore if she tried really hard, she would be able to see it.
“Come to dinner with me and I’ll tell you another.”
The crackling between them intensified. All she had to do was reach out, run her palm along his jaw, and stand on her tippy-toes to get a Roman-hit like she didn’t even know she needed.
Roman leaned toward her so they were sharing the same air.
Her cell rang, severing the moment. She fumbled for it, swiping her thumb across the screen to see who was calling.
Saved by her mother.
“Mom,” Sadie said, stepping away from Roman. “Hi.”
“Hi, baby girl,” her mother said. “How’s Marlee?”
“Still pregnant.” Sadie turned slightly away from Roman. He didn’t move, however.
Her mom let out a long sigh. “Let me know if that changes.”
“You know you’ll be my first call. I already promised four times.”
“Sometimes a future grandma just needs to keep checking.”
Of course, she did.
They said their goodbyes, Sadie staring into Roman’s eyes as she finished her call.
The moment she hung up, Roman pounced.
“Have dinner with me, Sadie. Please.” No more fun-loving Roman. This guy was on a mission.
Damn it all. Roman went straight to the heart of it, didn’t he? Dining with him meant she’d open herself up to him again. Given the way the air sizzled between them, they’d wind up in a clinch before the soup was served.
Inner Sadiesqueedwith utter joy. He wanted to take her out. Catch up. Catch up must mean sex because that’s pretty much all they’d done the last time they’d been in the same proximity. Granted, that had been years ago. But Sadie was in a dry spell, so maybe sex with Roman would be a good thing?
Outer Sadie squashed Inner Sadie’s excitement with the reality of her life. She had a law practice she was nurturing. She just needed a permanent office space. She also needed a receptionist and…more clients.
“We are kind of at a wedding,” Sadie pointed out.
“Tomorrow night?” he asked.
