“Don’t need the flowers for that.”
“When can I see you again?”
My stomach fluttered at the thought. “I… I don’t know.” It wasn’t like we could go on dates.
“I’ll come to your place tonight.”
“But what if someone sees you?”
“Who will see me?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m just worried.”
“I’ll dress in black and climb through your window,” he joked.
I chuckled. “That’s not creepy at all.”
“It will be fine. I want to see you again. I’ll even bring dinner.”
“I’ll cook you dinner,” I offered.
“The only woman who has ever cooked for me was my mum.”
“Not even Carrie?” I frowned as I brought her up. It was still weird to me even if it was a sham.
Booker laughed. “Carrie burns toast.”
“Then I’ll fix dinner.”
“It’s a date, gorgeous.”
My grin widened as my heart warmed. “Okay.”
“Have you heard from Ava?”
“Oh,” I blinked at the sudden change in subject. “She might have emailed me, but I haven’t had time to check them. Some guy sent me roses, and I haven’t had a chance to turn on my computer.” I didn’t even have time to check my emails on my phone. I went to court, was the first case to be called, and then I left.
“Do I need to kick this guy’s arse?” Booker teased.
“Maybe. Heispretty cocky.”
He groaned. “Don’t make me hard.”
My eyes widened, and I smiled, my cheeks turning a shade of pink as well. “Booker,” I scolded.
“All right, fine. I’m already hard.”
“Oh my God.” I laughed. “Let me check my emails. I’ll see you tonight.”
“I need your apartment number.”
“Oh right.” I gave it to him.
“And your mobile number.”
Well, that explains why he didn’t call me on Sunday.I gave it to him.
“See you at seven, gorgeous.”
