Avoiding Temptation (Avoiding #3)(4)

“You can’t meet?” he asked, the need filling his voice once more. “Lex, I really need to talk to you.”

“I know, I know. And I want to talk, but I can’t tonight. Can you wait until tomorrow?” she asked, struggling to turn him down. She had completely forgotten about her plans with Ramsey, and she didn’t get enough time with him as it was. She couldn’t cancel everything just because Jack needed her.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “Yeah, it can wait.”

She could almost see the defeated look on his face—those blue eyes begging and pleading, the forward tilt of his head. “I’ll…I’ll talk to you tomorrow then.”

“Yeah, all right,” he muttered into the phone.

“Are you going to be all right until then?” she couldn’t help asking, knowing he was going to shrug it off regardless.

“I’ll survive. Will you make it through court?”

It was Lexi’s turn to shrug. “Can I murder my clients?”

“Can you be your own defense attorney?”

“Yes?”

“Then, do it. You’re the best.”

Lexi chuckled, loving the easy banter between them. Today was one of those days when she wished she could get out of work to go have lunch with Jack. When he was around to lighten her mood, it was easier to forget the headache that had become all but a constant fixture from this job.

“You’re silly,” she told him through her laughter.

“There’s that smile. That’s better.”

She could tell his own smile had returned.

“Thanks, Jack.”

“Anytime. I’m here.”

“See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Lex.”

She hung up the phone, her mission accomplished, and she went back to the insufferable job of working with these corporate hacks. Sometimes, on days like today, she wanted to turn them all in and make them handle their cases on their own. They weren’t worth the trouble she had to go through for them.

Knowing she had plans made the day drag on longer than usual. Her client even noticed how antsy she was to be dismissed from court for the day. Her feet were tapping under the table, her legs were bouncing up and down, and she couldn’t help continually checking her watch. She practically sprinted out of the courtroom as soon as the judge released them.

She found a place to change into something more appropriate and raced across town on autopilot. She floored the car, weaving through traffic, on her way to the restaurant.

Snatching her phone out of her purse, she pressed the button for Chyna.

She answered on the first ring. “Chica!” Chyna cried over the background noise.

Lexi rolled her eyes. She loved her party-animal best friend. “Hey, C. Are you drunk already?”

“Well on my way,” she said with a giggle. “What’s wrong?”

“Wrong?” Lexi asked. How did Chyna always know these things?

“You think I don’t know you, chica? Come on, spill it!”

Lexi thought that she knew her best friend pretty well, but sometimes it felt like Chyna could read her mind.

“Jack called me this morning.”

“And? Isn’t that normal?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it is,” Lexi said, trying to figure out how to explain. “But he sounded like…Jack.”

Chyna was silent for a second. All that Lexi could hear was the music in the background and a cacophony of people talking.

“You mean he sounded like…Jack?”

“Yeah…I mean, I don’t know. He just said he had to talk to me, and he sounded desperate. Am I reading into things?”

“I’d tell you to trust your instincts, but your instincts suck.”

“Chyna!”

“What? Jesus, do you think he’s going to try anything? I’ll come kick him in the balls again for you, if you think that.”

“No, I don’t think he’s going to try anything.”

“Then, go see him. Are you on the way now?” Chyna asked. “I bet you are.”

“I have dinner plans with Ramsey.”

“Is not knowing eating you up? Do you want to skip dinner?” Chyna giggled.

“Oh, shut up. I can’t skip dinner.”

“But you want to.”

“I have to go, Chyna. Tell Adam hey for me.”

“Will do, chica. Tell Ramsey and Jack hello for me.”

Lexi hung up the phone with a shake of her head. Chyna had a way of reassuring her while also throwing her off-balance.

Lexi would figure out what to do about Jack tomorrow. She was already running behind for dinner, and that should be her priority.

Slamming on the brakes in front of the valet booth, Lexi rushed out of her car and tossed the keys to the waiting valet. He looked at her in surprise as she tugged her skimpy dress down and hobbled past him toward the entrance. She reached down and adjusted her slingback heels. She was late. She was unbelievably late, and she felt like nothing short of a disaster. With curly tendrils falling haphazardly from the ponytail holder, her hair was still knotted into the messy bun she had worn to court that morning. Her makeup was still intact, but she hadn’t checked it anytime recently. At least her assistant had remembered to pick up the black halter dress from the dry cleaner, and her slingbacks had still been in her car. She slung her wildly inappropriate hobo bag over her shoulder and steeled herself to walk into the restaurant.