Page 30 of Dreaming of You

"Because people going through a divorce need help. They're too emotional to take a step back and divide up their property equally. They need an objective observer who can help make things fair."

"I guess."

"I see you got a splint for your fingers. Are they broken?"

"No, just jammed. They're already feeling a lot better. I can probably get rid of the splint now."

"I'm glad. I was wondering."

She wanted to be touched by his comment, but his wondering certainly hadn't led him to make a short trip up the stairs to find out if she was all right.

"Are you finished for the day?" he asked.

"I guess I am. Jana was my last client."

"Then I'd like to take you to dinner—as an apology for possibly losing you a client."

"If you knew the size of her deposit, you'd be offering a private plane ride to Paris for dinner."

He smiled. "How about an Italian restaurant in North Beach?"

She hesitated, her first instinct to say no, to keep her guard walls up, but maybe she needed to spend more time with Barrett, to remind herself that he was not someone she needed to waste her time thinking about. It was just dinner.

Nothing else had to happen.

"It's really good," Barrett added. "What do you say?"

She should say no, she meant to say no, but when he looked at her with those intense green eyes and that sexy smile, the only thing she wanted to say was yes, and before she knew it, she was comfortably ensconced in a silver-gray Mercedes.

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