She placed the pitcher on the table and stared at him. “It’s over?”
“Yes. The jury reached a verdict last week,” he said, turning toward her while shoving his hands into the pockets of his slacks.
Her gaze followed the movement, and she felt her body respond to the sexiness of his stance. “And what was the outcome?” she asked, trying to keep her thoughts on track.
“I won it for my client.”
A huge grin covered her face. “Matt, that is wonderful. Congratulations.”
“Thanks.” He paused then added, “A part of me wanted to call and let you know.”
There was no need to ask why he hadn’t done so. Although she had given him her phone number that day they’d shared lunch, she’d made it clear she wasn’t ready for anything beyond friendship. “Our sandwiches are ready,” she said, deciding not to address what he’d said.
“Is there a place I can wash my hands?”
“Yes. There’s a washroom off the living room, beneath the stairs.”
“Okay, thanks.”
As she watched him leave, she thought it would have been nice if he had called to let her know. Then they could have gone out to celebrate his victory as just friends. Couples did it all the time. Why did she have a problem with them doing it? She knew the answer to that. There was no doubt in her mind that with Matt, she might be tempted to want more than friendship.
Chapter Ten
“This sandwich is delicious, Iris.”
She glanced across the table and smiled. “Thanks. It’s one of Stuart Parkett’s specials.”
“Who’s Stuart Parkett?”
“My dad. He loved meatloaf sandwiches and taught me how to make them.”
“And you did a great job.”
“Thanks again. So tell me, what’s going on with the issue of your being Sid Roberts’s son?”
“More than I’d like, that’s for sure. I’ve got offers for interviews. What really is there to say? I didn’t know him. Everything I’m learning about him is from my cousins and my godmother. Although Megan never met Sid Roberts, my mother confided in her a lot.”
“It really doesn’t matter if you knew him, the bottom line is that you are his son, and that’s news. Nor is it important that it was two years ago when you found out. It’s still news and will continue to be news until it is finally addressed. Especially since you look so much like him.”
He glanced over at her. “And how do you know how much I look like him?”
“After all the fuss that was made that night at Cheyenne’s party, when I returned home, I researched him. I’m surprised you never noticed the resemblance.”
“I had no reason to do so. When I was all into Sid Roberts, I was a kid. As an adult, he rarely crossed my mind.”
“But you can see the resemblance, right?”
“Yes, I can see the resemblance. Cole has a picture of my dad on his phone, and he shared it with everyone that night. It was uncanny.”
A huge smile suddenly appeared on her face.
“What do you find amusing?” he asked.
“Not amusing, Matt. Just endearing. You refer to him as your dad.”
He shrugged. “That letter pretty much sealed the deal.”
She lifted a brow. “What letter?”
