Page 148 of Dial L for Lawyer
Logan's face cycles through confusion, realization, horror, and finally panic. "Oh. Oh fuck."
"There it is," Caleb murmurs.
"She—but I thought—I mean—" Logan stands so fast he nearly knocks over his chair. "I have to go. I have to find her."
"She probably went home," I call after him.
"Then I'll go there!" he shouts, already halfway to the door.
"Well," Dominic says, settling back satisfied. "That was entertaining." He raises his glass. "I hope they finally bang."
"Dom!" Layla smacks his arm, fighting a smile.
"What? We're all thinking it. Those two have been dancing around each other forever. Someone needed to give Logan a push."
"That wasn't a push, it was a nuclear detonation," I say, watching Logan disappear.
"Twenty bucks says he shows up at her apartment with flowers and a rambling apology," Bennett says.
"Make it fifty," Dominic counters. "But I say he brings lab equipment. Something sciencey and romantic."
"Lab equipment isn't romantic," Layla protests.
"It is if you're Logan," Caleb points out.
"And Audrey would probably love that," I laugh, settling against Caleb's side.
"Those two are perfect for each other," Layla says. "They just need to get out of their own way."
"Don't we all," I murmur, feeling Caleb's hand slip to my knee under the table.
"Speaking of perfect pairs," Dominic says, waggling his eyebrows, "when's the housewarming? I need to know how much time I have to find the most inappropriate gift possible."
"We haven't even finished unpacking," I protest.
"Details," Dominic waves dismissively. "I'm thinking handcuffs and a congratulatory card."
"Please don't," Caleb says, but he's laughing.
I tilt my head at Caleb and he leans in close.
"Dance with me," he says, breath warm against my neck.
"I thought you were keeping your hands off me in public," I remind him, already standing.
"I never agreed to that deal," he says, pulling me toward the dance floor. "You made an offer. I never accepted."
We reach the edge of the dance floor and he turns, hands settling on my waist. I loop my arms around his neck.
"I suppose I'll have to console myself with knowing I can have my way with you whenever I want now that we're living together."
"Scandalous."
"That's not even half of it," he says, mouth brushing my ear. "The only thing left is convincing you to be my wife and have my babies."
The words are light, playful, but there's a question hiding underneath.
"You know what?" I say, surprising myself. "I'm not opposed to the idea."
