Page 11 of Dreaming of You

"No, thank you. I am enjoying my life as it is. Plus, I'm only thirty, whereas you are pushing thirty-four. Mom wants grandchildren."

"Well, I hope you're planning on procreating, because I'm not."

Matt frowned. "I hope that's not true. You'd make a great father."

"That would require being a husband, and I was not good at that—kind of like our old man." Their parents had divorced when they were young teenagers. His mom was on her second marriage, his father on his fourth.

"You're nothing like Dad. And Vanessa was not right for you. Next time, you'll make a better choice."

"There won't be a next time. I'm not interested in marriage. I certainly don't see a lot of happy ones in my line of work, or in my own life."

"I get it, but I still think the right woman might change your mind. At any rate, are you up for the Winter Ball? Before you say no, Mom told me to remind you that you owe her."

"Damn. I do owe her. She sent me a very lucrative client a few weeks back."

"Then it looks like you have a date Friday night. You might like her." Matt paused. "Unless there's someone else you're interested in…"

Kate's pretty blue eyes passed through his mind.

"Wait a second," Matt said, a gleam entering his gaze. "There is someone—who?"

"No one. Nobody," he said quickly.

"You're holding out on me. You've got someone on your mind."

"I'm not holding out on you. I barely know her." The words slipped out before he could stop them.

"Her? Does she have a name?"

"Not that you need to know. Look, I'll take Mom's friend's daughter to the party. But, right now, I need to get this bookcase put together, so unless you want to help…"

"God, no," Matt said with a laugh. "You know I'm not handy with tools."

"You could be."

"I don't want to be."

He smiled. That was another thing they had in common—they both knew exactly what they wanted. And they usually knew how to get it.

But as his brother left the room, he reminded himself that not everything he wanted was good for him and getting involved with the tenant upstairs would be a really bad decision.

Although, it might be interesting…

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"That man is the most obnoxious man I have ever met in my life," Kate declared, pacing back and forth in front of Shari's desk. She'd had a good twenty minutes to calm down, while Shari had been on the phone with a client, but she'd only gotten more annoyed with each passing minute.

"I guess he still wants the wallpaper removed."

"Do you know what he does for a living?" She didn't wait for an answer. "He is an attorney, but not just any kind of attorney. He is a bloodsucking, greedy, cynical divorce attorney."

"Really? I thought he worked for Fox Management."

"He said that's his family's company. Breaking up marriages is his real profession."

Shari frowned at her description. "I don't think you can blame a divorce on the attorney."

"Maybe not. But I've never met an attorney who tried to help the couple work out their problems. They're too busy looking for a way to make money."

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