Page 128 of Mr. Flirt

“Wow. I owe Cliff a lot.”

Lucy smiled. “Can we start over?”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to start over.”

Her expression fell, and her voice quavered. “You don’t?”

I smiled. “I want to start right where we left off.”

Her eyes brightened, and she scooted closer. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” My eyes steadied on hers as longing pushed through me. “Do you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, Shep. Nothing at all.” She climbed into my lap, and I took in every single second in case she woke up tomorrow and forgot it all. “But I don’t think I want to be a divorce attorney anymore.”

And she passed out in my arms.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Called in Sick

Lucy

I stretched my hands above me, knocking into a headboard I wasn’t expecting. My eyes blinked open, and I looked around to see an unfamiliar bedroom.

Shep’s bedroom.

Panic set in as the fuzziness from last night pummeled its way into startling clarity.

I was at Shep’s condo. It was a workday. I bounded out of bed, tripping over the sheets that were tangled between my ankles. I was fully clothed in the same outfit I wore yesterday.

We didn’t have sex.

Or did we?

As I peeled myself off the floor, Shep wandered into his bedroom with a cup of coffee and quickly swooped his arm around my waist to steady me.

“I’m late,” I snapped unexpectedly.

He shook his head. “No, you’re not.”

“It’s after eight, right? I’m late.” My head pounded with the mistakes of last night walloping through my brain.

“I took the liberty of using your phone and texting your assistant. She’s got it handled.”

I stopped in my tracks. “Has what handled? I have appointments.”

“Actually, she texted that you only had one appointment this morning, and the woman canceled. Your client is actually trying to reconcile with her husband or something crazy like that.” The right corner of Shep’s mouth lifted, teetering into a sexy smirk as he steadied me and handed me the coffee.

“For you.”

I rubbed my temples and let out a deep breath.

“Wow. Well, that’s a first for me.”

“You’ve never called in sick?”

I shook my head. “Never. I need to get to the office.”

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