A sound between a snort and a cough emanated from him as he folded his arms behind his head and stretched his long legs in front of him and crossed them at the ankles. “Ya’ know they don’t allow any stupid boys into law school.” His eyes rolled up a bit, and then he coughed for real.
“I think I should clarify that statement. Plenty of stupid boys get into law school, but they don’t have the smarts or determination to pass the bar. There’s only so much money and Daddy’s connections can do as far as pushing them up the legal staircase.”
He held up one finger stalling what she was going to say,
“I bet you were going to mention a certain local politician. Never mind. The example wasn’t a good one. Let’s just say I’m smart enough to realize you’re on the edge about something. Noticed whenever the phone chimes you tend to jump. You’re worried about your job, but Lynne insisted you’re the hardest worker in the entire company. She may have mentioned a deadbeat boyfriend too.”
The words, which one, almost popped out of her mouth. “She did?”
A heads up would have been nice on that one. “Why did she do that?”
Will reached for her hand intertwining their fingers. He studied the joined hands as he spoke. “I think she was trying to encourage me in a backhanded sort of way. I mention something about how you wouldn’t be interested in me.”
Oh no, she could imagine the scene all too well. Someone else might have played it more aloof. Encouraging the man to shoot for the moon and he’s still end up among the stars. The combination of Marc and Lynne listing bad relationships or dubious choices she’d made probably made her sound like a four-star loser. The truth is they didn’t even know the worst of it.
“You must think I’m a mess.” Her first instinct was to go lock herself in the bathroom, but eventually she’d have to come out. “Friends,” she grumbled more to herself. “I told her I liked you.”
“I know.” Will brought their joined hands up, tucking his under to brush a light kiss across her knuckles. “I like you too. She didn’t say anything bad. The stalking thing I figured out on my own. With all the questions about blackmail, involving photos and emails, I knew had to be about you. The car was a definite cheap shot.”
Her urge to hide vanished as he spoke. In his gorgeous soothing voice, he made it sound as if everything would work out. He brought her hand up for another lingering kiss allowing his tongue to slip out and lick between her fingers. The unexpected sensation tickled, made her forget about everything, but living in the moment.
The doorbell rang No loud pizza delivery car idling in her driveway. Will stood and motioned her back to the bedroom. “Go get changed.”
Something wasn’t right on the other side of the door. Sebastian stopped in his efforts to reach the dog treat bag and glanced at the door. A reluctant growl was his only response so mesmerized by the possibility of a snack. As the homeowner, she should open the door. Free-floating anxiety pushed her toward the bedroom more than Will’s words.
What kind of person allowed Will to handle what could be a messy situation? A tired person. Could be a dedicated church member inviting her to their store front church, possibly the FED EX man delivering a gourmet omelet pan that a late night infomercial convinced her she needed.
The door opened and closed, but no voices. The thought of Clint standing on her porch made her tear off her dress forgetting the side zipper and ripping it in the process. Good riddance. A black V-neck t-shirt and black yoga pants replaced it. Her outfit could serve for yoga, poetry slam, or if she chose a life of cat burglary. Tonight, it would work as she entertained a surprisingly complex man.
Barefoot she padded down the hallway unsure what she’d find in the living room. Sebastian had the white treat bag pinned between his two front paws and was in the process of shredding it. It surprised her that Will would let him.
His back was to her and his head bent. His attention focused on something in his hands. A delivery box normally wouldn’t fascinate the average person. Unless, the mystery of a woman on the verge of losing her job ordering unneeded gourmet cooking tools captivated him.
He grumbled to himself, unaware of her entrance. “What asshole leaves something like this?”