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which is open and raised a few steps up from the living area, and find James watching me as I inspect his living space. I wonder what he is thinking as he finishes our order and hangs up the phone. He turns and opens the refrigerator. “Can I get you something to drink?” He pulls out a beer for himself and looks back at me expectantly.
“I’ll take one of those.” I tilt my chin towards his beer.
After pulling another off the refrigerator shelf and popping them both open, he walks over towards me. He holds the beer out to me, and tingles travel up my arm as our fingers brush. I lower my eyes so that he doesn’t see how his smallest touch affects me.
“Shall we sit down?” James asks, gesturing with the hand holding the beer towards the couch. I perch on the edge and place my beer on the coffee table in front of me. After watching me for another moment, James sits down on the other side, leaving the middle space open between us. He takes a long pull on his beer before also setting it on the coffee table. Then he sits back against the cushions and stretches out his legs in front of him. “It’s nice having you here.” He appears utterly sincere, and a bout of uncertainty washes over me. Lainey Hart, you are completely out of your league. To hide my discomfort, I pick up the beer in front of me and pretend to take a swig. I am certain that I will choke if I actually try to swallow.
I can feel his eyes on me, and I give in to the impulse to look back at him. When he has my full attention, he continues, “I know I owe you more of an explanation, but can we just relax and eat and save the discussion for after dinner?”
Still off balance from his earlier comment, I find myself agreeing. “It has been a long day. I guess we can eat first.”
His easy smile reminds me of the James from the train.
“How’s Sam?” he asks.
“You remember the name of my roommate?” I ask in surprise.
“I haven’t forgotten anything about our time together.” He tells me in a low, husky voice that sends memories of our night together shooting through my head. “So how is she?”
Refocusing on James, I take a sip of the cool beer before answering. “She’s fine. She has taken a job at an investment firm as house counsel, so we are both pretty busy.”
James nods his head in understanding before tipping his bottle back for a drink. My eyes are drawn to his Adam’s apple as he swallows. That shouldn’t be sexy. I’ve never paid the slightest attention to that part of a man’s anatomy before. I notice that the silence has gone on for a while and find James regarding me closely. “How old are you anyway? Twenty-four?”
“Twenty-three.” I swear his face pales, and I decide I shouldn’t tell him that I just turned twenty-three in June.
“My God, you’re practically an infant.”
“I think that might be a bit of an overstatement, counselor. How old are you? You can’t be that much older.”
“I’m thirty-two.”
“Huh.” An age difference of nine years isn’t that bad. He’s acting like he’s eighty or something.
Our food arrives, and I begin to relax as we eat perched on tall chairs at the kitchen island. I tell James about spending a few weeks with my mother and visiting Sam’s family. He tells me a few amusing anecdotes about a friend he visits in the Hamptons on the weekends when he can manage to get away. I am reminded of the James that I spent those hours with on the train. The sushi is delicious, and I am in a much better frame of mind after eating.
After clearing away our dishes, James pours us both tumblers of what looks like scotch. We carry our glasses back to the couch. James charmed me all through dinner, and I relax even further as I slip off my sling backs and curl up on the couch to face him. I am curious about where this conversation will go. I am not entirely certain what I want to come out of it.
James sits down on the couch, closer to me this time, and surprises me by
“I’ll take one of those.” I tilt my chin towards his beer.
After pulling another off the refrigerator shelf and popping them both open, he walks over towards me. He holds the beer out to me, and tingles travel up my arm as our fingers brush. I lower my eyes so that he doesn’t see how his smallest touch affects me.
“Shall we sit down?” James asks, gesturing with the hand holding the beer towards the couch. I perch on the edge and place my beer on the coffee table in front of me. After watching me for another moment, James sits down on the other side, leaving the middle space open between us. He takes a long pull on his beer before also setting it on the coffee table. Then he sits back against the cushions and stretches out his legs in front of him. “It’s nice having you here.” He appears utterly sincere, and a bout of uncertainty washes over me. Lainey Hart, you are completely out of your league. To hide my discomfort, I pick up the beer in front of me and pretend to take a swig. I am certain that I will choke if I actually try to swallow.
I can feel his eyes on me, and I give in to the impulse to look back at him. When he has my full attention, he continues, “I know I owe you more of an explanation, but can we just relax and eat and save the discussion for after dinner?”
Still off balance from his earlier comment, I find myself agreeing. “It has been a long day. I guess we can eat first.”
His easy smile reminds me of the James from the train.
“How’s Sam?” he asks.
“You remember the name of my roommate?” I ask in surprise.
“I haven’t forgotten anything about our time together.” He tells me in a low, husky voice that sends memories of our night together shooting through my head. “So how is she?”
Refocusing on James, I take a sip of the cool beer before answering. “She’s fine. She has taken a job at an investment firm as house counsel, so we are both pretty busy.”
James nods his head in understanding before tipping his bottle back for a drink. My eyes are drawn to his Adam’s apple as he swallows. That shouldn’t be sexy. I’ve never paid the slightest attention to that part of a man’s anatomy before. I notice that the silence has gone on for a while and find James regarding me closely. “How old are you anyway? Twenty-four?”
“Twenty-three.” I swear his face pales, and I decide I shouldn’t tell him that I just turned twenty-three in June.
“My God, you’re practically an infant.”
“I think that might be a bit of an overstatement, counselor. How old are you? You can’t be that much older.”
“I’m thirty-two.”
“Huh.” An age difference of nine years isn’t that bad. He’s acting like he’s eighty or something.
Our food arrives, and I begin to relax as we eat perched on tall chairs at the kitchen island. I tell James about spending a few weeks with my mother and visiting Sam’s family. He tells me a few amusing anecdotes about a friend he visits in the Hamptons on the weekends when he can manage to get away. I am reminded of the James that I spent those hours with on the train. The sushi is delicious, and I am in a much better frame of mind after eating.
After clearing away our dishes, James pours us both tumblers of what looks like scotch. We carry our glasses back to the couch. James charmed me all through dinner, and I relax even further as I slip off my sling backs and curl up on the couch to face him. I am curious about where this conversation will go. I am not entirely certain what I want to come out of it.
James sits down on the couch, closer to me this time, and surprises me by
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