Justice Falling (Falling #3)(6)
“Why?” I asked, shocked that this striking man wanted to spend time with me. He smiled, prepared to answer. I stopped him with an arm out, palm up. The synapses in my brain connected, providing intelligent information previously muddled by the strong presence in front of me. “Doesn’t matter.” I shook my head. “No, sorry. I’m not able to have dinner with you. Thank you for asking.”
“Tomorrow perhaps?” He continued in that sexy British accent.
It just wasn’t possible. I shook my head once more. “I appreciate the gesture Mr. Walker but I’m very busy. Thanks anyway.”
“I don’t understand, love?” Nate put his hand on my shoulder. The warmth of his palm seeped into my skin. I leaned into it for a second, once again taken with his nearness.
“You don’t have to understand. It’s just the way it is.” I slid his hand off my shoulder wishing it could be different. That I was different. My life…different.
Hank strode into the office a huge smile on his face. Each time he visited with the OB/GYN he came back in the best mood.
“How’s she doing?” I asked happily, needing to change the subject, and avoid Nathaniel’s advancement. Nate turned, and Hank grabbed the man’s hand for a friendly shake.
“Perfect! Of course I was right on the dot about how much my baby has grown. Twenty six weeks,” he held out his big palms in a circle. “And a nicely shaped head of lettuce. My baby girl is growing, heart beat is extremely strong. Aspen is as happy as a clam.”
“Why’s that?” I laughed. Hearing about the doctor’s visits from a man’s perspective was entertaining. I didn’t have that with Tanner’s biological father and thoroughly enjoyed Hank’s thoughts on the subject.
“Yes mate, do tell.” Nate added.
I was surprised Nate cared. He didn’t seem the type to be interested in another man’s growing family or the details along with it. He was confident, a bit overly so. A man used to getting what he wanted. He looked at me, and one brow rose in question. Just that motion was incredibly cool and sexy as hell.
Hank shrugged and smiled. “She didn’t gain weight this round, so she said we’re celebrating tonight!”
Both Nate and I laughed. His manly chuckle sent shivers skittering along my spine to settle warmly at the sensitive dip at my lower back.
“Figure I’ll take her to dinner and be sneaky about fattening ‘er up a bit.” He put his fingers to his lips in a shushing motion. “But don’t tell her I said that. I want to make sure my baby girl and wife are getting everything they need. And the book said she was supposed to gain a couple pounds this time around.”
“Mr. Jensen, its fine if she doesn’t gain. Pregnant women fluctuate. Look it up.” Hanks eyes focused on me as he scratched his hand along his five o’clock shadow.
“You know I will. Now, Nate, partner. Thanks for coming. Cami sweetie, do you have everything ready on that issue?” Nate’s eyes squinted when Hank called me sweetie. It didn’t bother me. From him it was a term of endearment, not demeaning in the least. If I didn’t understand where Hank’s heart was, I’d correct him.
“Yes, sir, right here.” I handed them both the packets. “Do you need me to take notes?”
“Naw, go on home. I’m heading out right after Nate and I here clear up this little issue with some bad product shipped to the Howzer job last week. Bastard’s trying to get me to pay for poor product that crumpled under pressure.”
I smiled and nodded, pulling together my things. Hank marched into his office still mumbling about the company that sent busted materials on an important job. It had set the build back three weeks which is why Nate was here in the first place. They needed to discuss suing them for lost dollars.
“Just a moment, mate,” Nate said to Hank.
I pulled my things together quickly, grabbed my purse out of the drawer, and threw the strap over my shoulder. I made it to the elevator before he caught up with me. I pressed the down button repeatedly, hoping the doors would open. No such luck.
“Hey, Cami, wait up.” Nate closed a large hand around the crook of my elbow. I turned and looked into his blue eyes. He was so handsome. In different circumstances, I’d love to stare into those eyes all day. Nate licked his lips and tilted his head to the side. “Lunch, tomorrow. My treat.”
“I can’t… “
“You can, and you will. I’ll be here at twelve sharp.”
I shook my head no, but he backed up with that sexy grin plastered across his unbearably gorgeous face.
“Nate…really, it’s not a good idea.”
“It’s a brilliant idea. Best I’ve had in a long time. Tomorrow, Precious.” He turned on his heel and opened the glass doors, firmly cutting off any protest I may have made.
Shoot!
What was I going to do?
I’d made it home in record time. Though I wouldn’t be able to tell you how I got there, as my mind completely focused on a certain sexy British lawyer who was determined to steamroll me into getting his way. Jin, my roommate and best friend, was making stir fry for dinner when I arrived. She wore a tiny coral-colored slip dress, so short it looked like a t-shirt on her petite frame. Just like our children, we were exact opposites. I’d regularly felt like an Amazon at five-ten standing next to her barely five foot two, and size zero frame. Her olive skin tone was a lovely compliment to her dark eyes and thick, shiny black hair that just skimmed the edge of her ass. I always joked with her that she was a dead-ringer for Lucy Liu’s character in Charlie’s Angels. She said she wished she looked like Cameron Diaz’s character. Jin was Korean and completely obsessed with everything American.