Page 71 of Miss Understanding

“It’s good.” Maybe if I typed it, I would learn to be good by the time she got here.

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Six minutes past eight o’clock, Kendall dialed my number.

I picked up on the first ring. “Hello.”

“Hi. I’m in your driveway. You want me to park in the garage?”

“Yeah. Hold on.” I was up and outside, pressing the button. I felt a bit guilty in hiding her car, but I didn’t want to take any chances with other attorneys I knew who lived in the neighborhood. It wasn’t as if any of them were prone to snooping, but all I needed was for someone from the office to recognize her car.

She didn’t seem to mind parking in the garage if her smile was any evidence.

“Hello,” I greeted.

“Hi.”

When she came up and stepped into my arms, it felt natural to have her there.

I hit the button to close the garage and kissed her. Strawberry lip gloss greeted me.

“You and this gloss,” I said, taking her hand and leading her inside.

“Now that I’m aware you’re a fan, how can I not wear it always?”

“Dangerous words.” Which reminded me. We needed to talk. “I think it’s a good segue into tomorrow and what to expect.”

She quirked a brow. “Is this a conversation about rules and boundaries in the office? Because if so, I’m gonna need wine.”

I probably would, too.

We went into the kitchen where I poured two glasses of red.

She immediately hopped up on the countertop where she’d been the other morning. Shit. I was already fighting an erection from simply recalling that moment.

Her amused expression let me know she was most likely thinking about the same thing.

“You’re a big fan of my countertop?”

“It holds some special memories.” With a wink, she sipped the wine I handed her.

It was time to remember she was all of twenty-four, and I’d poured the wine for a reason. Our talk. “Look, I don’t want you getting attached. This isn’t a relationship.”

The way her eyes narrowed told me my words had come out wrong. I tried to do damage control. “What I mean to say is we want different things long term.”

“After sleeping together once, I wasn’t aware we were talking long-term plans.”

“We’re not, but I wanted to make sure we’re still on the same page.”

“We are on the same page. If it changes, I promise to let you know. I would hope for the same in return.”

“Good.” This had been simpler than I’d thought. I set down my glass and stepped in between her legs, loving when she twined them around me, pulling me closer. “So I have a question.”

She gasped when I trailed kisses behind her ear. “What’s that?”

“Why on earth did they name the horse Bunny?”

Chapter Thirty-Four