Page 13 of Donut Overthink It

I look over at him. “Just have a lot on my mind.”

“Your brother informed me that you two won your case today,” he says and then frowns. “I came into your office wanting to have lunch.”

“I was out.” I nod, before taking another drink.

His smile returns. “Yes, he also mentioned that you met up with Trent. How is he doing?”

“Well. He and Evelyn are getting married,” I announce.

He glances over at Asher, and they exchange a look I can’t quite place, then he looks back at me. “Well … that is exciting news.”

I salute him with my raised glass and then throw it back. “It is,” I agree. Taking a quick look back over at their table, I see a busboy cleaning it off. I take another look around and spot them walking toward the door together. He’s speaking to her while she gives him a smile. His hand goes to the small of her back as he guides her out the front door, and my jaw tightens knowing that the bastard is about to get lucky.

I lift my empty drink, hoping our waitress gets the hint and brings me another one.

CHAPTER FIVE

HADLEY

I SIT IN THE BATHTUB FULL OF bubbles with my Kindle in my hand. I’m on chapter twelve of a new book, and the tension between the flight attendant and the pilot is heated. When they finally have sex, it’s going to be off the charts hot.

“I can’t,” she whispers even though the throbbing between her legs is telling her to throw caution to the wind.

“Please,” he begs as his chocolate eyes stare into hers. They drop to her lips, and he lets out a moan. It’s almost her undoing. “Just dinner.”

Why not? She has to eat. “Okay,” she finally answers. “Just dinner.”

He leans into her, the corner of his lips twitching. “I want you for dessert.”

My phone ringing interrupts me, and I sigh, leaning over the tub to see it’s Andrea. “Hello?”

“Do you still need me to stage a rescue mission?” she asks in greeting.

I laugh. “No. But thanks for waiting two hours. I could have been dead and buried in the desert by now.”

She laughs like I’m funny. “We don’t live near a desert.”

I roll my eyes.

“Anyway,” she continues. “I’m sorry. I was with my mom—”

“No need to apologize,” I interrupt her. “I didn’t know you were seeing her tonight.”

“It wasn’t planned. The nursing home called me and said she was lucid and asking for me.”

I place my Kindle on the floor and sink back into the bathtub. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Her mom has advanced Alzheimer’s. They have always been really close, so I know how hard this is for her. She takes every second she can get with her.

“No. Tell me about your date,” she answers, trying to avoid the conversation about her mother. She never wants to talk about it, and I don’t blame her. There are things I avoid too.

I blow a few loose strands of blond hair out of my face. “He’s a momma’s boy.”

She laughs. “Oh no, those are the worst.”

“Right? She called him, and his screen lit up mommy.”

“You’re joking?” she asks, her laughter growing.

“I wish. While driving me home, he said that for our second date, he wants to take me to her house so she can cook us dinner.”

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