“I was,” Sean says, gathering up his work and setting it aside. He eyes me
suspiciously. “Sure you’re okay?”
Gee, am I that obvious? I grin. “I already told you. I’m fine.” Fidgeting with my shirt, I successfully avoid his eyes. “Are all those for one case?” I ask, pointing to the mess.
He looks over. “I’ve got a handful that I’m working on.” Sean’s a prosecuting attorney. He spends most of his days researching and rarely discusses his work. I guess it’s a confidentiality thing—either that, or he’d rather keep his work separate from his personal life. “You want a beer?” he asks, striding toward the fridge. He’s only being considerate.
“A water sounds perfect,” I sigh, not comfortable drinking around him. I’ve learned through past experience, the combination of alcohol and men make my inhibitions non-existent.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asks, handing me the water. “You seem distracted.” He takes a pull from his bottle. I hadn’t noticed the long-sleeve button-down, fashionable jeans, and new leather shoes he’s sporting.
“I like your shoes,” I tell him, giving him a once-over. “You look nice. Why are you all dressed up?” Silently, I’m hoping it isn’t for me.
“I thought I’d get you out of the house for a change.” He shrugs, taking another swig. “But judging by your face, I’m guessing you want to stay in tonight.”
“What’s wrong with my face?”
He chuckles. “I didn’t say anything was wrong with it. You just look upset. That’s all.” He makes his way to the couch and flips on the television. “You going to sit way over there all night? We still need to catch up on The Walking Dead.”
I can’t believe I’m being this way. Logan shouldn’t have a say in what I do or whom I do it with. I go to the spot beside him, taking a seat. “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Now we’re getting somewhere.” He grins, setting his beer on the coffee table. Stretching his arms behind his neck, he leans against the couch. “Ask away.”
“Do you work late tomorrow?”
His eyes roam to the stack of files in the corner. “Depends. Did you want to go out?”
“No. Not exactly, but you’re close.” Closing one eye, I’m afraid of his response. He may be polite to Logan’s face, but I know he doesn’t care for him. “I was wondering if you’d like to come over for dinner—my place this time.”
“I’d love to,” he replies before I’m finished.
Now for the hard part. “We thought it’d be a good idea for the four of us to get together.”
He tilts his head.
“Gia and I, I mean.”
I watch his face fall, but he recovers quickly. The corner of his mouth tips up. “Give me the time, and I’ll be there.”
“Really?”
He looks at me, surprised. “Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“Cause Logan can be a real jerk,” I murmur.
“He seems like an all right guy.” He shrugs, taking his empty bottle to the trash, before grabbing another. “Now I want to ask you something.”
“Uh oh.”
“Don’t be scared.” He smiles as he strides back over. “If I go tomorrow, will you let me take you out this weekend?” He sits down. “As friends. I promise I won’t try to kiss you.” I cover my face, embarrassed. “Unless, of course, you want me to,” he adds.
I peek through my fingers. “I’m not scared, and I trust you. To be honest, I could use a little getting out of the house.”
“I agree.” He lifts his bottle. So I grab my glass of water. We clink them together. “I have a feeling things are going to get interesting.” We both take a sip.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
Letting out a sharp laugh, he licks his lips. “To tell you the truth … I don’t know.” He kicks his feet up on the table. “It’s just a feeling.” It doesn’t take long before the both of us become engrossed in the zombies on the screen.
Will’s voice startles me awake, along with a woman’s I don’t recognize. I must have fallen asleep during one of the episodes. I had made it through at least three. Now I’m sprawled out on the couch and have no idea where Sean went.
“Ah man, did we wake you?” Will asks, glancing around. Although Will and Sean are roommates, I rarely see him. It seems like he’s never home.
I yawn. “Yeah, it’s fine.” Gazing down the hall, I look for Sean. “Sean must be in the bathroom. Will you tell him I went home? And sorry I fell asleep on him?” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he enters the room.