Page 43 of Who's Your Daddy
“Don’t forget to make sure Judge Avello has Winters ready hold for ten thirty tomorrow,” Cal reminds me.
The urge to roll my eyes is strong. But as annoying as his requests are, none of the chambers have given me a hard time with the stupid ready holds. Apparently, Daddy Cal is even more adorable than normal Cal. At least to the secretaries at the courthouse. They all have easily agreed, eager to help him.
I grit my teeth.
“And—” Sully starts.
“Enough,” I snap. “I’m one person.”
“Aww, Lola.” Cal stands and steps toward me, the scent of his cologne filling the air. “You need a wakey-breaky.”
I glower up at his stupidly handsome face. “A what?”
He grasps my hand, his body heat instantly soaking into me, and tugs me toward the office door. “Do your own shit, you plonkers. Lola and I are taking a wakey-breaky.”
Wakey-breaky?Cal and his damn weird ass words. I’m still trying to decipher this one when Sully appears in the doorway.
“What the hell is…” He crosses his arms, filling the entire space. “Whatever the hell you just said.”
“A coffee break.”
I fight the urge to smile. I donotwant that to be cute. But it is…kind of. Just like Cal.
“It’s a wakey-breaky, right Lola?” With a wink, he pulls me toward the door.
“Oh no.” I yank my hand back, ignoring the way my heart flutters at his touch. “We are not making this a thing.”
“Too late. It’s a thing,” he assures.
I cross my arms so he can’t reach for my hand again. “It is not a thing.”
He wraps an arm around my shoulder, the warmth of his body presses against mine. Oh no. This is so much worse. I want to hate it, but I don’t.
Lips brushing my ear, he whispers, “It’s our thing.”
It takes everything in me not to shiver. “We do not?—”
“Shhhh, Lola. You’ll ruin it.” Despite his low volume, his words are laced with humor.
And as if they have a mind of their own, my lips lift at the corners.
“Wakey-breaky here we come.” He steers me out the door.
Though I’m loath to admit it, the wakey-breaky really does improve my mood. An hour later, I’m almost bummed when Cal slips out of the office without a word. Only then do I realize that although I got all the tasks ticked off the guys’ lists, I still don’t have my order.
With a grunt, I push out of my chair and head across the hall to Brian’s office.“What are we doing about Howard?” The door frame creaks as I lean my shoulder against it.
He glances up, eyeing the molding like it might fall to my feet. When nothing crashes to the ground, he sighs. “This place needs so much work.”
“So does the Howard case.”
His eyes narrow. “The suit didn’t work?”
“What?” I ask.
Before he can explain, the bell over the entrance jingles and in walks a bright orange suit. There’s a person in the suit, of course, but it’s impossible to focus on him while I’m being blinded by neon orange.
When I finally pick my jaw up off the floor, I ask, “What are you wearing?” Although Cal and I worked in the same building, we didn’t work together, and I’d never seen this outfit.
