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And jumped when a dog stood on either side of her wagging.
“Oh! God, it’s almost six. I didn’t mean to work this late. Sorry, boys, sorry. Let’s shut it down and go—no saying the word yet.”
After she backed up everything, shut down, she jogged downstairs with them. Since they dashed to the door, she went after them. She’d let them out, come back for a jacket.
And opened the door just as Trey started to ring the bell.
“Oh! They didn’t bark.”
“Mookie knows when it’s me. I guess this one does now, too.” He handed her a takeout bag before he gave the dogs attention. “Hi, guys. Good day for you?”
“I should’ve let them out again an hour ago, but I got involved. I just shut down. You’re still wearing a suit.”
A deep, dark gray with a pale gray shirt and a maroon-and-navy tie.
She all but felt her mouth water.
“You look good in a suit. I figured you would.”
Since the dogs ran out and rounded the house, she stepped back to let Trey in. “I took a walk with them about noon, then I completely lost track of time.”
“They’re fine. You look a little dazed. Everything okay?”
“Yes. The work—it just started rolling. This smells great.”
“You made good choices.” He hung up his coat.
“I try.”
It felt nice, just nice, to walk with him back to the kitchen.
“Why don’t you sit down? I’ll pour you some wine.” He kissed her, several levels up from a casual hello. “You put in a long one.”
“So did you, but I’ll take the wine. How did court go?”
Since she’d gone for shrimp, he pulled a white out of the cooler. “Divorce case, not pretty. The now officially ex-husband made a scene, an ugly one, right in the courtroom.”
“I’ll bet judges don’t like that even more than lawyers who are late.”
“You win that bet. After two warnings from the bench, he got cited for contempt. He’s lucky it’s just a fine because he was heading for a night in jail until his lawyer finally got him to shut the hell up.
“Okay if I grab a beer?”
“You don’t have to ask, Trey.”
“Then I’ll grab one and get the dog food. I picked up more food there—it’s still in the truck.”
“You didn’t have to. I’m going to the store tomorrow.”
“Cross that one off your list. Mookie eats more than Yoda.” He dished out their food and straightened at the woof at the door.
“Speaking of. I’ll dry them off.”
“Not in that suit you won’t.” She waved him back.
“Then I’ll set the human food out.”
And nice again, she thought, to share Chinese food in the kitchen, to talk about normal things.
