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“You are,” Rook tells her. “I have to work.”
“Scientists don’t work on Saturdays.” She points at me as an example. “Lawyers shouldn’t either.”
“I’m with Kirbs on this one,” Posey comments. “Lawyers shouldn’t work on weekends.”
“Neither should paralegals, but you’re on the clock tonight,” he says. “We’re meeting a potential new client, and I need a point person on this, so that’s you.”
A smile creeps over her lips. “Say no more, boss. I’ll go home and clean up and meet you at the office at…”
He picks up her sentence as her voice trails. “Seven, but not at the office. Atlas 22.”
“Fancy.” She brushes both hands over the front of her overalls. “It’s a date.”
Shaking his head, he looks right at me even though his words are meant for Posey. “It’s not a date. It’s a working dinner.”
Although it’s not necessary, I appreciate the clarification, so I smile and nod.
Rook looks down at his phone when the sound of a bell fills the air. “I’ll take you to see your mom soon, Kirbs.”
His fingers dance over the screen as she nods. “Okay, Daddy, but remember it’s…”
“Kirby, to me.” He shoots her a smile.
I drop my gaze to the table when my phone chimes, indicating an incoming text. I scoop it up quickly. Expecting a text from Abby checking in on her cat, I smile when I read the message on my screen.
Rook: You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to taste you again.
My hands tremble slightly as I reply.
Carrie: Maybe next time I can taste you? I’ve never done that.
I look up and meet his gaze as soon as he reads my incoming message on his phone.
He stares at me, not blinking, not smiling. The hunger in his eyes speaks volumes.
It feels as though endless moments pass before he types out a reply.
Rook: Meet me tomorrow night at the hotel. How’s 8? I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.
I don’t respond via text. Instead, I lock eyes with him and nod slightly. I already know I’ll never get enough of him, and as much as that scares me, I don’t know how to stop the need to be with him. I don’t know if I ever will.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Carrie
Telford sprints into the café and sits across from me without so much as a hello.
“It’s good to see you, too,” I joke. “Why the rush to get down here? I just saw you a few hours ago.”
Five, to be precise.
Like Holden and Milo, Tel bowed out of returning to Abby and Declan’s apartment earlier to view the mural because he said he had something urgent to take care of.
Once Kirby had her fill of playing with Cindy, she insisted her dad take her to see her mom. That’s when I texted Telford asking why he ditched us. I finally got a response twenty minutes ago telling me to meet him at this café near his apartment.
Even though I’m exhausted after the fun I had last night, I couldn’t refuse. Telford has always been there for me when I’ve needed him, so the least I could do was show up here for him.
“I returned the engagement ring I bought for Cam.”
