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interested.” He frowned. “Or her friends interfere to protect her.”
I shook my head. “You’re a nice guy who made some bad decisions. I think if you hadn’t broken your leg, you’d be practicing in a law firm right now.” I pointed my daisy at him. “A bad decision doesn’t make you a bad guy.”
“You’re more open-minded than most.” He packed up the trash from lunch. “And my uncle will only put up with so much, so I’ve gotta get back to work.” He stood up and offered his hand to pull me up.
I took his hand, and when I stood up we were closer than I realized. I looked up at him and my mouth was inches from his. I smiled. “This was nice.”
He was still holding my hand, but his fingers slipped from mine and he stepped back. “Nicer than I deserve.”
I was finishing up a property search for a client later that night when I was surprised by a phone call from Tony. Had he changed his mind about going to the doctor?
“Still want to go to the Aerosmith concert?”
I turned off my computer. “Not with the lawyer.”
“I’ve got a buddy who works at the arena. He hooked me up so I could buy a pair of tickets.”
I gripped the phone. “I’d love to go.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at five.”
And that left me a long time to wonder, What’s this all about? He certainly didn’t owe me any thanks. But my heart pitter-pattered at the thought of seeing him again.
With fresh clothes and a shower, Tony was even hotter than the first time I saw him. I could easily imagine him in a suit, with close-cropped hair and a clean-shaven face, arguing a case in front of a jury. The long hair and goatee was probably a nice disguise to keep him from seeing what he could have been. But I liked the Tony standing in front of me with a bottle of wine.
“We’ve got time for a drink before we have to leave.” He stood in the hallway, looking me over.
I wanted to break the silence, but couldn’t find the right words; I was too entranced by his gaze, wondering what he saw. I smoothed my hands over the skinny jeans hugging my hips and tried to steady myself on my high-heeled sandals.
Finally, he stepped forward and handed me the wine. “You look great, Kristen.”
“Thanks.”
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out two wine glasses and an opener, exposing my tummy as I reached. I felt him watching me, and wondered what his rough hands would feel like on the soft skin of my belly. I looked over and our eyes locked.
I quickly looked away. “Let’s go outside.” I led him to the deck off my family room.
“Nice place,” he said.
He sat next to me at the picnic table, and our legs brushed up against each other. I didn’t move mine; neither did he. I liked the feel of him against me. “I’ve had the inside scoop on some great deals. Just bought this last year. Do you have a house?” I asked the question before I realized my mistake.
He shook his head with a soft laugh. “No, I live in a crappy apartment across town. And I was lucky to find it. Not many landlords are willing to rent when you’ve got an arrest record.” He pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured us each a drink. “But I’ll have my own place some day.”
I took a swallow and willed myself not to say anything else stupid for the rest of the night. “This is good.”
He swirled the wine in his glass. “I had a girlfriend back in college who was into wine. She thought I was the one, and wanted to be sure I was cultured enough for her standards.”
“Nice.”
“Thing is, it didn’t even bother me. I wanted to be like that for her.”
“Whatever happened?”
“She broke up with me when I got arrested.”
“Sounds about right. At least she gave you an education in wine.” I smiled at him over my glass.
“So, why did you end up breaking things off with your fiancés?”
I set down my glass and stared out over my lawn. The roses crawling up the arbor in back were just starting to bloom. I loved this
I shook my head. “You’re a nice guy who made some bad decisions. I think if you hadn’t broken your leg, you’d be practicing in a law firm right now.” I pointed my daisy at him. “A bad decision doesn’t make you a bad guy.”
“You’re more open-minded than most.” He packed up the trash from lunch. “And my uncle will only put up with so much, so I’ve gotta get back to work.” He stood up and offered his hand to pull me up.
I took his hand, and when I stood up we were closer than I realized. I looked up at him and my mouth was inches from his. I smiled. “This was nice.”
He was still holding my hand, but his fingers slipped from mine and he stepped back. “Nicer than I deserve.”
I was finishing up a property search for a client later that night when I was surprised by a phone call from Tony. Had he changed his mind about going to the doctor?
“Still want to go to the Aerosmith concert?”
I turned off my computer. “Not with the lawyer.”
“I’ve got a buddy who works at the arena. He hooked me up so I could buy a pair of tickets.”
I gripped the phone. “I’d love to go.”
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow at five.”
And that left me a long time to wonder, What’s this all about? He certainly didn’t owe me any thanks. But my heart pitter-pattered at the thought of seeing him again.
With fresh clothes and a shower, Tony was even hotter than the first time I saw him. I could easily imagine him in a suit, with close-cropped hair and a clean-shaven face, arguing a case in front of a jury. The long hair and goatee was probably a nice disguise to keep him from seeing what he could have been. But I liked the Tony standing in front of me with a bottle of wine.
“We’ve got time for a drink before we have to leave.” He stood in the hallway, looking me over.
I wanted to break the silence, but couldn’t find the right words; I was too entranced by his gaze, wondering what he saw. I smoothed my hands over the skinny jeans hugging my hips and tried to steady myself on my high-heeled sandals.
Finally, he stepped forward and handed me the wine. “You look great, Kristen.”
“Thanks.”
I walked to the kitchen and pulled out two wine glasses and an opener, exposing my tummy as I reached. I felt him watching me, and wondered what his rough hands would feel like on the soft skin of my belly. I looked over and our eyes locked.
I quickly looked away. “Let’s go outside.” I led him to the deck off my family room.
“Nice place,” he said.
He sat next to me at the picnic table, and our legs brushed up against each other. I didn’t move mine; neither did he. I liked the feel of him against me. “I’ve had the inside scoop on some great deals. Just bought this last year. Do you have a house?” I asked the question before I realized my mistake.
He shook his head with a soft laugh. “No, I live in a crappy apartment across town. And I was lucky to find it. Not many landlords are willing to rent when you’ve got an arrest record.” He pulled the cork out of the bottle and poured us each a drink. “But I’ll have my own place some day.”
I took a swallow and willed myself not to say anything else stupid for the rest of the night. “This is good.”
He swirled the wine in his glass. “I had a girlfriend back in college who was into wine. She thought I was the one, and wanted to be sure I was cultured enough for her standards.”
“Nice.”
“Thing is, it didn’t even bother me. I wanted to be like that for her.”
“Whatever happened?”
“She broke up with me when I got arrested.”
“Sounds about right. At least she gave you an education in wine.” I smiled at him over my glass.
“So, why did you end up breaking things off with your fiancés?”
I set down my glass and stared out over my lawn. The roses crawling up the arbor in back were just starting to bloom. I loved this
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