Page 109 of First Date: Divorce
“But it was when Tal and I went to talk to Gail Bledsoe the second time that things really got clear,” she said.“I think sometimes we need a little distance to see clearly.”
“Yeah.And I’m sure that all makes sense.I might even want to hear it all someday.But right now, I don’t care.Get back to where you were realizing you were wrong and I was right.We lawyers love to hear that.”
She chuckled.“You’ll have to thank a fellow lawyer then.Because Bledsoe said things — things about you, about us, about all the things I feared.I know Melody did, too, but that was all so gentle and thoughtful that it barely dented my worries and doubts.
“But when Gail Bledsoe said the things she said, I not only knew they were hogwash — things I’d been saying and thinking and worrying about — but I wanted to hurt her.Seriously hurt her.I almost rushed it, almost blew the whole thing.My big break and I almost blew it.”
She smiled.Easy and sure.He’d never seen anything more beautiful.
“And I could have lived with blowing it because I needed to tell you that I was wrong.”
It was starting to sink in.He needed to be sure.Or maybe he just loved hearing it.“Wrong about?”
“Us.About not trying.For all of it.I don’t know if … but we won’t know if we don’t try.”
“Does that mean we can skip the dating?”
She laughed.“Not all of it.Definitely not skipping all of it.”
He parked in his drive, turned off the vehicle.
“If you want to take it slow, K.D.…”
She got out.
He met her at the walk, but she didn’t slow as they climbed the steps.
“K.D.?”
“Do you know what I’m wearing under this?”
He scanned her outfit of nice-fitting jeans with a sort of floaty dark red top and raised one eyebrow as he opened the door.
Inside, he caught her to him.“I’m willing to find out.”
He undid the top button to see more of her throat, tempting his mouth down and down.
“Here’s a hint.”She caught her breath.“Something you wanted to buy for me.”
Another button loosened its hold on the opposite buttonhole, and revealed a larger swath of what was underneath.
K.D.
K.D.was underneath.The curves and creamy skin.
He saw something else, too.The V of K.D.’s skin ran deep — was that the circle of her belly button?— but to either side of it were slinky black scraps of material.
Oddly familiar black scraps of material.
“The teddy,” he said.“You’re wearing that teddy from the shop.”
“I went back and got it.You seemed to admire it…”
His eyes snapped up to her face.
“I admireyou, K.D.In that teddy, in your uniform, in jeans, in nothing — I admire you.Maybe especially in nothing,” he added because he knew honesty was important to her.
She kissed him.“Let’s put that into action, cowboy.”
