Page 32 of Danny Hall Gets a Lawyer
Danny gave me a flat look. “There are four dudes living there.”
I winced. “Point taken.”
Danny caught my expression and grinned. “It’s okay. Wilder will cave and clean it tonight before his little girl comes over for the weekend. He was already starting by the time I left.”
I blinked. “Wilder has akid?”
“Yeah, Grace. He only sees her some weekends, but he dotes on her.”
I wanted to know more, but the cool air from the AC ran over my bare skin, reminding me that I was sitting on my couch naked. Danny caught my shiver and a slow smile spread across his face. “So, wanna get in the shower with me and warm up some?”
And yeah, turned out I did.
I wokeup late on Saturday, and it took me a minute to figure out what was different before the scent of toast and bacon reached me and it all came flooding back. Danny had come over. He’d come over and sucked my brains out through my dick and I'd returned the favor. And sometime in the early hours he’d murmured in my ear and ground against me, and I’d fingered him open and fucked him, slow and easy and half-awake, different from earlier but no less mind-blowing, before we’d both passed out again.
And I was meant to be making him breakfast, not the other way round.
I scrambled out of bed and visited the bathroom, then threw on a pair of cargo shorts. I went out into the kitchen to find a shirtless Danny standing over the stove, stirring something. He turned and his face lit up when he saw me. “Hey! Perfect timing. Breakfast?” He grabbed a pan off the stove and flipped a pancake, catching it with an easy confidence that had heat pooling in my gut.
Wait, since when hadcookingbeen sexy?
Maybe it was just that Danny was sexy whatever he did.
“Miller? You okay?” It was only when I noticed the crease in Danny’s brow that I realized I was standing there staring.
I considered lying to cover my ass for a second—I was a lawyer after all—but what would be the point? “Sorry,” I said, letting my gaze drag over his bare chest. “Just, you doing kitchen things is unexpectedly hot.”
Danny’s expression cleared and he laughed. “Well, you look pretty cute yourself, with the bed hair and all.”
I ran a hand self-consciously through my hair. “Thanks.”
“Sit down, it’s ready.” Danny turned back to the stove and I took a seat at the dining table, which was already set. A minute later he came over with two plates piled high and slid one in front of me.
“I was supposed to cook for you,” I said, “but this is better than anything I could make.”
“Yeah, you said.” He grinned. “Full disclosure, I skipped dinner last night, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
I stopped with a forkful of eggs halfway to my mouth. “You skipped dinner?”
His smile widened. “Your dick is worth it, trust me.”
“That’s either flattering or disturbing, and I can’t decide which.”
“It’s flattering,” he said around a mouthful of toast.
I took his word for it. The next little while was quiet as we ate. Danny wasn’t the only one who’d worked up an appetite. It was only when I pushed my chair back from the table that Danny ducked his head, examined the patterns on his plate, and said, “So I guess I should get moving.”
A sudden rush of disappointment hit me at hearing him say he needed to leave, and I forced it down. But then I remembered that part of my job was to pay attention to what the witness was saying, sure, but also to take note of how they were saying it. And Danny didn’t sound like he wanted to leave.
I found myself saying, “Or you could stay for a while. Hang out. I could show you the sights of downtown Hopewell.”
Danny lifted his head and peeked at me from under his lashes, the corners of his mouth tilting up. “Since when does Hopewell have sights?”
I hummed. “There’s a donut shop. And lots of historic shit. And a park near the water. That one doesn’t have a goose, though.”
He gave me one of his wide, easy smiles, the sort that made my insides flutter, and said, “Well, we should definitely check that out.”
We spent a while exploring, starting with the big light-up letter H on the road into Hopewell, purely because that shit deserved to be mocked. Danny didn’t disappoint. He asked if the city was still saving for the rest of the letters.
