Page 67 of By Invitation Only
“You know damn well I’m not giving you details,” I stated as I stopped at her desk.
She huffed. “I’m living vicariously through you.”
“You’ve never had a problem getting action.”
“I don’t have a problem, but I’m also not sleeping with—”
“Shh,” I scolded.
“I wasn’t going to say his name.”
“Still. No one can know my business.”
“You know everyone wants to know where the roses came from yesterday.”
I shrugged. “Too bad.”
“I won’t say anything, you know that.” She leaned forward and whispered, “But he did come over last night, right?”
I nodded. “I’ll tell you one thing. But later.”
A look of excitement lit up her face. “I’m intrigued.”
I laughed. “Just give me my phone messages.” She did, and before I left to go to my desk, I said, “Oh, and if anyone calls and it’s a conflict on my end, can you refer them to…him?” I’d whispered the last word.
Her brows drew together. “Okay. I thought you’d wanthimto spend more time with you, not have a ton of cases.”
“I do,” I agreed. “But he’s trying to make partner.”
It wasn’t an everyday occurrence or anything for me to have a conflict, but it did happen. I never thought I’d ever help Booker out. Now I wanted him to make partner because I was happy for him.
“You got it, boss.” Lorelei smiled.
I laughed and went into my office. My red roses were starting to open, and the smell hit my nose as I got closer to my desk.
Definitely could get used to this.
An hour later, I emailed the Request for Dismissal to Booker. We had two other cases together that weren’t on the verge of settling or being dismissed, but those cases weren’t set for hearings for a few more months—after the first of the year.
Ten minutes later, my email dinged with a new message. It was from Booker.
Ms. Winters,
Attached please find the executed Request for Dismissal. Once filed, please provide my office with a copy.
Yours,
Booker Jameson
I stared at the message. I wasn’t expecting a lovey dovey email from him, but…
Whatever.
Lorelei stuck her head in my office. “Ready for lunch?”
I glanced at the clock on my computer, realizing it was noon. “Yeah, where do you want to go?”
“Chipotle?” She smiled.
