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"Had to give it another try," he said with a wink as he took a drink of his beer.
"Will you let me know what happens?" I asked.
He shook his head. "You know I can't discuss a case with you, but when it goes to court, I'll let you know. Shouldn't be too long now."
"Good," I said darkly. "I hope you lock that fucker up for the rest of his life."
"With any luck," Zola confirmed. He looked at me curiously. "Hey, are you all right? You seem...angry. More than usual."
I released the death grip I had around my whiskey glass and placed my hands flat on the bar. "Sorry. Things have been...a little intense."
I turned to look at him. His dark eyes were kind, watchful. They flickered briefly down to my lips, then back up. Oh. So it was like that.
"I, um, have a confession of my own to make, Skylar," Zola said as he turned his beer bottle around and around on the bar top.
I perked an eyebrow. "Oh?"
He shrugged boyishly. "Yeah. Well. I think you know I didn't push you for that job just because I thought you were smart."
My brow raised a little higher. "No?"
"I mean, I wouldn't have given your resume to my boss if it didn't pass muster," Zola admitted. "But...I did want to see you again. You know, because I thought you were kind of cute too."
I opened and closed my mouth several times before he peeked at me with an amused grin.
"Surprised?" he asked.
I worried my jaw, but found that I wasn't. Not really. So instead, I shrugged.
"I don't know," I said. "Maybe. Maybe not."
Zola watched me carefully, appearing to weigh something in his mind. "Can I..." he started, "...can I try something real quick?"
His eyes zeroed in on my lips again, and this time didn't flicker away. I tipped my head to the side. He was pretty damn handsome. Maybe this would serve as the kind of distraction I needed.
"All right," I consented.
Zola smiled, the kind of smile that would make most girls light up inside. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on my lips.
Nope. Nothing.
When he backed away, there was quite a different look in his eyes: one of regret.
"Well...that didn't go how I planned," he said with a wry smile.
I couldn't help but smile back. "It's really not your fault."
"It's not you, it's me? Do I have that right?"
I chuckled, even though disappointment dropped in my stomach like a bag of bricks. This just wasn't going to get any better, was it?
"I guess. But it's true. I'm just...going through some stuff right now. Not really available, if you know what I mean."
Zola squinted at me for a moment, then nodded regretfully.
"Well," he said, "I hope he knows what he's got."
I didn't say anything. There was nothing to say that wasn't going to make me start crying, especially since I still had a healthy dose of excess hormones running through me. The thought made my entire body tense.
