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“Nope. I’m south of you, so you’re on my way.”

“Great. What time?”

“How about seven a.m.? I realize it’s early, but it’ll take an hour to get up there. I’ll give you my number so you can send me your address.”

“Sounds good.” I typed in the number he dictated and quickly texted him my address. “Thanks for the invite tonight. See you Saturday.”

He smiled. “It’s a date.”

Yes, I suppose it was.

* * *

After happy hour, I went by and dropped off some flowers and carry-out for Doris and her husband. She was in some pain, but in good spirits.

“How are things with Caleb?” she asked.

“Good, I think. He mostly keeps to himself. I didn’t see him at all today because he was in court.”

She frowned. “When he’s between meetings, you should poke your head in and see how he’s doing.”

I was one hundred percent sure he’d say fine without lifting his gaze off his computer screen, but I appeased her. “Sure.”

“Oh, and I completely forgot to tell you about the charity build-a-house project on Saturday. You might want to go.”

“I actually made plans to do so. I—”

I was about to explain Eric’s invitation when she circled back to my boss. “Good, I should have you over for dinner in a few weeks after I’m healed up. Maybe invite Caleb too.”

“Your attempt at a setup is rather obvious.”

She played coy. “I have no clue what you’re talking about. I simply want for two of my favorite people in the world to get to know one another a little better outside of the office. I bet you have more in common than you think.”

I raised a brow. “Doubtful.”

“You don’t find him attractive?”

Her triumphant smile let me know my blush was all too obvious.

“He’s a nice-looking man,” I admitted. And yes, he made my heart beat a little faster, made my body take notice, and was currently making me flush simply by thinking about him. But in order to have a connection with someone, I needed more than a handsome face.

“And you’re a beautiful girl. Do me a favor and get to know him better?”

Ugh. I definitely wasn’t mentioning my date with Eric now. She’d be so disappointed. “Sure. I’ll do my best.”

“Good. Have fun at the event tomorrow.”

Chapter Nine

Caleb

Because being “on” for court took so much out of me emotionally, I spent the rest of the day working from home. Thanks to the therapy I’d done shortly after my diagnosis, I’d learned to allow myself this downtime after a taxing period of social activity.

Court had been messy. My client had acted like a dick, making flippant remarks, and doing himself no favors with the judge. Added to his attitude, he hadn’t followed my advice against flaunting his mistress around town, and had been photographed in the tabloids. Sure, California was a no-fault state where cheating didn’t matter when it came to the court awarding custody of minor children or splitting assets. But when it came to a motive for his wife to go after everything, it absolutely made a difference. And of course, he didn’t have a prenup because they’d married before he had a pot to piss in.

God, how I hate my job. The thought made me cringe as I sat in my home office chair. This was a mental road I’d gone down too many times, and I didn’t care to travel there again. I’d worked too hard to prove I could overcome challenges and become successful to quit now. Especially when I was at the top of my career. Yet days such as this one provided a strong motivation to quit. Lately it was getting harder to remind myself why I chose to do this on a daily basis.

Perhaps that was the reason Daisy’s choice to leave what others would deem a dream job had me so damn curious.