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Authors: Nikki Mathis Thompson
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have to say, raising my kids has been my biggest accomplishment." Damn, married. "Being a single father is the hardest thing I've ever done." Wait, wait. Hold the phone. Single? He said single. Ding-ding-ding .
"I can only imagine." Tone went from crisp, to melted butter. His face looked confused. Her rapid flip-flop must have given him the bi-polar vibe. She decided to split the difference and keep it friendly professional.
"Do you have kids?" he asked.
"No, I don't."
"I noticed you weren't wearing a ring, so you're not married either." He noticed? Now it was her turn to shift in her seat.
"I feel like I'm the one being interviewed," she teased. Okay, she was going with flirty professional.
"Sorry. Lawyer. It's habit, I guess. I like to get to the bottom of things." Hearing him say bottom did things to her stomach. Twisty, bubbly things. He had to know he was sex on a stick, right?
The phone on his desk buzzed once again. "Mr. Caraway, it's been thirty minutes."
"Thanks, Linda."
"Sorry, time went by too quickly."
"I hope you're better at getting things done in the time allotted when people are paying you by the hour," Tess teased.
He chuckled. "Not really. How do you think I pay for this fancy office?"
She laughed. "I knew I didn't trust lawyers." She gathered her things and stood. "Well, thank you for your time. I'll just email you the other questions and you can get them to me when you can. I think you're featured in the last newsletter, so you have time." She offered him her hand. He paused for a moment, then shook her hand. She turned to leave and was surprised to find that he too, was walking towards the door. Wesley was apparently walking her out. Tess's eyes went wide, then she schooled her expression—even when he put his hand on her back for three seconds. The walk was short and Tess reluctantly had to part ways with Wesley who, for all intents and purposes, was still kind, and smoking hot. Sigh...
"Well, again, thank you. I'll get you the list by tomorrow at the latest."
"I'm afraid my email isn't accepting incoming messages at this time."
"It's not?" Tess was confused, he'd confirmed their meeting that morning, via email. Tess noticed Linda was trying very hard not to look like she was listening to every word.
"No. Server malfunction. In fact, you will probably have to come to my office again."
"I will?"
He smiled. "Yes. I think I have Friday around noon open. Does that work for you?"
Tess got out her phone and pulled up her calendar. It said lunch with Rebel. "It looks like I'm open.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help overhearing,"—yeah, right—"you have lunch with your father on Friday," Linda said.
"No, I don't."
"Yes, sir, you do. It's right here."
"Linda." His frustration evident.
"Sorry, Mr. Caraway."
Tess watched the exchange. She wasn't certain what was going on, but it was entertaining.
"So, Friday at noon?" Wesley asked.
"Sure. Friday at noon."
"Don't eat before, you know, just in case we want to grab a bite."
"All right...see you then. I'd say email me to confirm, but with your server issues and all, you can call me if you need to cancel," Tess said, teasing gently.
He smiled. "Yes, no telling how long it will take to get it fixed, and I won't need to cancel." He put his hands in his pockets, making him look young and carefree. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Tess."
Tess shifted her bag higher on her shoulder and shook his hand once more. "Likewise, Wesley."
"Wes."
"Okay, Wes."
She walked out and stood in front of the elevators. If she wasn't mistaken, his thumb rubbed over hers the last time he shook her hand. It also didn't take a detective to discern that Wesley Caraway had fibbed about server problems and blew off plans with his dad so he could take her out to lunch.
As the elevator doors closed in front of her, there was a smug grin on her face.
"I can only imagine." Tone went from crisp, to melted butter. His face looked confused. Her rapid flip-flop must have given him the bi-polar vibe. She decided to split the difference and keep it friendly professional.
"Do you have kids?" he asked.
"No, I don't."
"I noticed you weren't wearing a ring, so you're not married either." He noticed? Now it was her turn to shift in her seat.
"I feel like I'm the one being interviewed," she teased. Okay, she was going with flirty professional.
"Sorry. Lawyer. It's habit, I guess. I like to get to the bottom of things." Hearing him say bottom did things to her stomach. Twisty, bubbly things. He had to know he was sex on a stick, right?
The phone on his desk buzzed once again. "Mr. Caraway, it's been thirty minutes."
"Thanks, Linda."
"Sorry, time went by too quickly."
"I hope you're better at getting things done in the time allotted when people are paying you by the hour," Tess teased.
He chuckled. "Not really. How do you think I pay for this fancy office?"
She laughed. "I knew I didn't trust lawyers." She gathered her things and stood. "Well, thank you for your time. I'll just email you the other questions and you can get them to me when you can. I think you're featured in the last newsletter, so you have time." She offered him her hand. He paused for a moment, then shook her hand. She turned to leave and was surprised to find that he too, was walking towards the door. Wesley was apparently walking her out. Tess's eyes went wide, then she schooled her expression—even when he put his hand on her back for three seconds. The walk was short and Tess reluctantly had to part ways with Wesley who, for all intents and purposes, was still kind, and smoking hot. Sigh...
"Well, again, thank you. I'll get you the list by tomorrow at the latest."
"I'm afraid my email isn't accepting incoming messages at this time."
"It's not?" Tess was confused, he'd confirmed their meeting that morning, via email. Tess noticed Linda was trying very hard not to look like she was listening to every word.
"No. Server malfunction. In fact, you will probably have to come to my office again."
"I will?"
He smiled. "Yes. I think I have Friday around noon open. Does that work for you?"
Tess got out her phone and pulled up her calendar. It said lunch with Rebel. "It looks like I'm open.
"Sorry to interrupt, but I couldn't help overhearing,"—yeah, right—"you have lunch with your father on Friday," Linda said.
"No, I don't."
"Yes, sir, you do. It's right here."
"Linda." His frustration evident.
"Sorry, Mr. Caraway."
Tess watched the exchange. She wasn't certain what was going on, but it was entertaining.
"So, Friday at noon?" Wesley asked.
"Sure. Friday at noon."
"Don't eat before, you know, just in case we want to grab a bite."
"All right...see you then. I'd say email me to confirm, but with your server issues and all, you can call me if you need to cancel," Tess said, teasing gently.
He smiled. "Yes, no telling how long it will take to get it fixed, and I won't need to cancel." He put his hands in his pockets, making him look young and carefree. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Tess."
Tess shifted her bag higher on her shoulder and shook his hand once more. "Likewise, Wesley."
"Wes."
"Okay, Wes."
She walked out and stood in front of the elevators. If she wasn't mistaken, his thumb rubbed over hers the last time he shook her hand. It also didn't take a detective to discern that Wesley Caraway had fibbed about server problems and blew off plans with his dad so he could take her out to lunch.
As the elevator doors closed in front of her, there was a smug grin on her face.
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