Page 7 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“But?”

“Nothing. He’s just mysterious, is all. The women he dates all look the same…” She looks at me and slightly tilts her head as if she’s studying me. “Actually, they look a lot like you. Damn girl, no wonder he was so sweet with you. You’re exactly the kind of woman he dates.”

Oh great. He has a type.

“Do you want his number?” she asks, causing a blush to creep up my chest and neck.

“What? No. Why would I need his number? Isn’t that like a violation of privacy?”

She laughs at how awkward I’m suddenly being. Jesus, get a grip, Willow. She asked if you wanted his number, not if you wanted to sleep with him.

“It’s not a violation of privacy when his cell is on his business card.”

She flicks her wrist and holds out the card.

Noah Anderson

Andersons’ and Sons

Attorneys at law

On the back are his cell phone and fax numbers, and email address.

“I’ll keep it in case I ever need to contact him regarding a case, if I get hired.”

“Oh girl, trust me, you’re hired. Mr. Anderson doesn’t set up second interviews unless he really likes you. Do you know how many people I’ve had to let down with the disappointing truth that they won’t be getting a second interview? It’s the nicer way of saying that the boss thinks they suck. He brought you out here himself and had you set it up already, so he must really like you.”

She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I awkwardly force a laugh. She just smirks and shakes her head as she leans back in her office chair to grab her purse.

“I’m actually heading out for lunch. Want to join me?” she asks.

It feels rude to say no after she’s been so nice, but I also told Noah I was busy. What if he found out I lied to him?

“I can’t today. Sorry. I have to meet up with my roommate.”

“No worries. I’ll see you on Tuesday. Keep your lunch free, and we can go celebrate,” she says as she pulls her puffy pink winter jacket on and zips it up.

“Celebrate?”

“Hell yeah. Celebrate you getting hired.” She loops her arm in mine and drags me out the front door and into the hall.

“Okay, okay. I’ll keep my lunch open for us to celebrate.”

“That’s the spirit. By the way, I love your name.”

“Thanks. I was named after my great-grandmother.”

“Lucky. I’m named after Veronica Cartwright,” she says with a huff.

“Who?”

“She was in The Birds, Alien, and Invasion of the Body Snatchers. My parents are huge movie buffs.”

“Oh. Well, I think it’s pretty.”

She smiles and holds her hand out to me.

“Here, gimme your phone. I’ll give you my number, and you can text me sometime. If you’re free, maybe we can grab a drink one night.”