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“I can imagine,” he said. Though truthfully the only thing he could equate it to was the poor rundown houses he had to go in when he was called to scenes.
“He said it’d make us appreciate things better in life. Don’t get me wrong—I do appreciate things. I appreciate the value of the dollar and work hard for everything I’ve got. Just because my father was a doctor didn’t mean I lived this life of privilege that many think.”
“I’m far from privileged in this area,” he said, snorting.
“I think that is why I fit in at my job so well. I saw what Jasmine had when I visited. Her bosses, they came from nothing and made a name for themselves. They’ve worked hard to get where they are and take nothing for granted. Though they all are so wealthy and successful now, you wouldn’t know looking at them. Not even Reese.”
“Reese?” he asked.
“Poppy married Reese McGill a few years ago.”
He knew the name. “Got it,” he said.
“Rose is married to Thomas Klein. He’s an attorney.”
“I know who he is,” he said. He’d seen him in the courtroom before. More Tom, Thomas’s father, but now that Tom was retired, it’d been Thomas taking over most of the cases.
“Lily is married to Zane Wolfe.”
He knew Zane. “We grew up in the area together.”
“Oh,” she said. “Then you know the Bloom sisters too.”
“I’m older than them all, but I know of them,” he said. “My sister has a lot of their products. River was in school around the same time as Zane and Lily.”
“Their products are wonderful,” she said. She moved closer to him and sniffed, then gave him a quick kiss. “Though I do enjoy the clean scent of whatever soap you use.”
He wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled her closer for another scorching kiss.
“Do you have to be home at a certain time? Is your sister expecting you back?”
“I shouldn’t stay too long. I just told her I was going out. She’s lost in some work and won’t keep track of time.”
“It’s only two,” he said.
“Early yet,” she said. “Tell me some about you. I just told you about me. I think it’s only fair.” When he hesitated she added, “Your voice turned me on Monday night. The more you talk it might do it again. Or it could be I’ll get turned on hearing about how much of a hammer you were in as a kid.”
“Hammer?” he asked.
“I’m a nail, you’re a hammer.”
He laughed at her analogy. “Makes sense.”
“Something tells me you’ve been that way your whole life.”
“Nailing anything that walks? Hardly.”
She pouted a little. “I hope not, but it’s not what I meant. I just meant I get the feeling that everything is a nail to you and you hammer it until you get it to the place you want. Doesn’t mean it’s sexual in nature.”
It amazed him how well she pegged him. “Words to that effect have been said to me before.”
“How come?” she asked, getting comfortable on the stool in his kitchen. He reached his hand out and pulled her off the stool and brought her to the living room and onto the couch.
“My father is a boat mechanic and my mother is a waitress at a diner. We were poor. Working poor. River and I worked at the marina my dad still works at. Poor kids or laborers blend into the background. They are only noticed when someone needs something.”
“And you wouldn’t like that,” she said.
“I didn’t like always being told what to do. I might have gotten into my fair share of fights as a kid but not enough to get arrested. Most had it coming to them.”
