Page 73 of Kane's Awakening
She nodded. “It’s the biggest thing to happen around here in years, and it’s great publicity for the firm if I can win it.”
Kane. Crap. How would he feel about my firm defending one of the guys that threw his life out of balance?
Put all personal feelings aside. Everyone deserves a fair trial.Hadn’t I just told Felicia that? Advice was different when it affectedyou, but regardless, it was my job.
Felicia left my office after that, and I stared at the paper on my desk. Not seeing it, though. Kane would understand. It wasn’t likeIwas the one representing that client.
Pushing everything else from my mind, I focused back on the document and read it over, ensuring everything was correct before signing it. It’d need to be mailed as soon as possible, so I sent a message to Eric and asked if he’d do a mail run after lunch.
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Busy days usually did that. However, even though it had been busy, as I was closing up the office to leave around six, I felt like I hadn’t gotten much accomplished. A huge stack of papers sat on my desk for me to look over first thing in the morning, even though I had cleared it earlier that day.
It was never ending.
My phone rang just as I got in my car, and I didn’t look at who was calling before answering, “Hello?”
“Hey, sexy,” a familiar, smooth-talking voice purred from the other end. “What do you wanna do for dinner?”
Kane’s words lay over my chest and warmed my heart. Perhaps it was silly, but the fact he’d assumed we’d be having dinner together that night just felt amazing. It was as if we’d already settled into an easy rhythm together—like a real couple.
“How about takeout?” I suggested as I looked in my rearview mirror and backed out of my parking space. “Today was chaotic and I don’t feel like cooking.”
“I can order pizza,” Kane said. “You coming back over to my house, or do you want me to go to yours?”
I smiled, even though he couldn’t see. He hadn’t been telling more lies when he’d said he wanted us to tryfor more. He’d actually put forth the effort, and it’d only been four days.
“Can we go to mine? No offense to you, but I miss my bed.”
He chuckled, and it made a static noise on his line of the phone. “Okay, I’ll pack some stuff and be over. Oh, I’m staying the night, right? Fuck, I didn’t mean to assume.” His voice took on a higher pitch as he rambled. “All of this is still so new, and—”
“Kane. Get your ass over to my house,” I said as I pulled onto the highway. “And bring Molly, too.”
“I fucking love it when you get all demanding.”
“Yeah? Show me just how much when you get to my house.”
I hung up on him then, grinning like a fool. In all of my past relationships, I’dneverhad that giddy, excited feeling, the one where your heart thudded just a little harder when you heard their voice, and how they were always on your mind when you were apart.
With a light heart, I drove the rest of the way home.
Kane arrived about thirty minutes after I walked through the door. I was sitting at the kitchen table, reading more Sherlock Holmes, when three heavy knocks sounded.
Molly brushed past me and ran into the house as I answered it, and Kane greeted me with a kiss so hot, I stumbled into the door frame.
“I’ve been thinking of these lips all day,” he murmured against my mouth before diving back in and swirling his tongue against mine. A rumbling sounded, and I chuckled against him. “I guess my stomach has been thinking of food, though. Thank fuck I brought the pizza.”
As we ate, I bounced my knee under the table, trying to decide how I was going to tell him about Felicia taking the case.
Kane took a huge bite of the cheese pizza, getting sauce at the corner of his mouth, but he kept eating, not paying it any attention. He was messy, foul-mouthed, and the only man I wanted.
His green eyes met mine, and he stopped chewing. “What?”
“Nothing,” I answered, shaking my head and smiling down at my half-eaten slice. “How did your session go?”
“Pretty good. Dr. Chase said I should be able to go back to work soon.” He took a drink of water and sat for a moment, clearly contemplating something. “He suggested I go to the shooting range at least once to practice shooting—to re-familiarize myself with the firearm and all that shit.”
“It’s not a bad idea,” I commented.
He shrugged and took another bite. “I think it’d be a waste of time. But I might sometime.”
