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“And?” she asks patiently. “You can take as much time as you need before you decide. There’s no rush.”
“I know.”
But I have thought about it, and I love where I’m at right now. I love being a team with Nadia and I love that we have each other’s backs. Being her partner at the firm is going to ensure me job security, which will allow me to be able to support a family one day. And I do want that. One day.
“I’m going to accept it.”
She pauses for a few seconds before speaking. “Are you sure? One fun case and you’re all in?”
“Yep. I’m sure.”
I can hear the smile in her voice. “Okay, let’s talk about it more in person. But I’m glad.”
“Me too. Let’s make it happen.”
We end the call and I jump in the shower, unpack and settle back in.
Clover texts me with some photos from the night before and I can’t help laugh at a few of them. There’s a terrible one of me dancing, arms in the air, and another of all of us posing. I love that they are all successful, ambitious people but also know how to have a good time and let loose.
Me: Great pics. Are you guys back home too?
Clover: Yeah we just got in! How are you holding up?
Me: Not too bad.
Clover: This is my fave pic of the night.
She resends a picture of me and Cara. We’re sitting next to each other in the clubhouse, and she’s looking at me and smiling.
I don’t know what Clover is playing at. Don’t get me wrong, I’d have Cara in my bed if I had the chance, and not just for sleeping—but I also know that Cara just got out of a complicated relationship, so I don’t want to put her in that situation.
Timing can be a bitch, and this is just one of those situations.
But fuck, I would love to have her under me.
In front of me.
I’d love to have my mouth...
Thinking about it, I instantly harden, and yeah, it’s not ideal that the woman I’m thinking about won’t be the one to cure my raging hard-on, but it is what it is.
I’ve always been torn between being an “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and a “nothing will come to you unless you fight for it” person. But with relationships?
If a person is meant for you, they will find their way to you.
And if they aren’t? You find someone else.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.
* * *
“What is she like?” Constance asks, brown eyes curious. She tucks her hair back behind her ears and waits for me to respond, staring at me over my office desk. She does look a little like Cara, maybe if I squint, but her lips aren’t as full, her eyes not as warm. Her brown hair isn’t as long, and it doesn’t make me want to run my hands through it. I’m probably a little biased. Regardless, I don’t get any bad vibes from this girl. I’d be surprised if she was out to hurt Cara.
“She’s...lovely,” I say.
That seems like a safe word.
Sexy, fucking amazing and badass are probably inappropriate.
