Page 60 of I Won't Be In On Monday

“Yeah? If I were to have seen you in a restaurant and asked you on a date, would you have said yes?”

“What?” I ask, my heart racing.

“I mean, I'm just asking hypothetically,” he says, quickly. “Obviously, that's not a scenario either one of us would be in.”

“Of course, we would never be in that scenario,” I say quickly, my heart deflating. “But no, I don’t think I would accept a date with you if you asked me, especially if I didn’t know who you were,” I say lying, through my teeth.

“Oh.” He takes a step back. “And why is that?”

“Just not my type. I'm not really into attorneys or men that date a lot of women or seem to have too much of a flirt game.”

“You think I have a flirt game?” He grins. “Really?”

“I mean, I've never seen you in action. Well, not really, but yeah. I mean, you send roses and flowers. You always take them to nice restaurants. You buy expensive jewelry, and then you just disappear and ghost them.”

“What do you mean, I disappear and ghost them? I don’t do that.”

“Yeah, you do. Do you know how many different women call me, trying to get in contact with you?” He stares at me for a couple of seconds.

“I mean, when the relationship is over, it's over.”

“But you don't even really have relationships. You just do dates.”

“I don't sleep with all these women, if that's what you're thinking. I'm not some sort of manwhore who sends a woman flowers, takes her to dinner, fucks her, and then never speaks to her again.”

“I know you don’t,” I say quickly, even though I have no idea what he does or doesn’t do in the bedroom. I’m glad to hear that he doesn’t sleep with them all, though. I wonder if he touches them like he touched me. If he licks their juices off of his fingers like it’s champagne.

“I mean, I'm not a monk,” he adds quickly. “I have slept with some of them. But I'm not taking them to dinner to get some, you know. I'm not one of those guys that does whatever he can to get laid.”

“Well, I am glad to hear that.”

“So, would that make you change your mind?”

“Change my mind about what?” I say.

“If I were to ask you out, would you say yes?”

I swallow hard.

“Because there's something I wanted to ask you, Juniper.” I blink rapidly as he grabs my hand and pulls me into him.

“What's that?” I say, staring up at him.

“Well,” he says, leaning down towards me.

This is it, I think to myself.He’s going to kiss me. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. I don’t know what is happening. But I can feel it in my bones. He’s going to kiss me.And I feel like I might catch on fire.I’m so excited and hopeful. And then the door opens and Liam walks in.

“Hey, I just got a phone call from the other side, and they just said that they are backing down on everything.”

“What?” Remington takes a step back and frowns, running his fingers through his hair. “What are you talking about?”

“The other side. The reason why we had to work tonight.”

“Oh, the Fallon case?” Remington says quickly.

Liam nodded. “Yeah, well, old man Fallon just called me, and he said that he thinks we can work it out next week. And we don’t have to go ahead with the proceedings.”

Remington looks taken aback. And I blink at them both. “What is going on here?”

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