“I could wait until you’re finished.”
Holly tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Sorry. I need to pick up Logan.”
Caleb’s eyes filled with disappointment. “Maybe another time, then.” He reached inside his briefcase then handed her a card. “Anytime you want some company for a meal, let me know. I come in from Lexington Mondays and Thursdays.”
Holly took the card from him. “I … don’t …”
“It’s just lunch, Holly. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”
Holly relaxed at his approachable demeanor. He wasn’t overly flirtatious, nor was he a stuff shirt like the other lawyers who came into Diamond’s office. Most importantly, his eyes hadn’t dipped to her generous-sized breasts the way most men’s did.
“I’ll keep that in my mind, Mr. Green.”
“Call me Caleb. Well, I better let you get back to work before Diamond comes out here.”
“Have a good afternoon.” Holly slipped the card into her skirt pocket as he left. Then she knocked on Diamond’s door with the letters she needed signed.
She was on her cell phone, so Holly laid the documents on her desk then left Diamond to her call.
Holly had just finished answering emails when Diamond flew out of her office.
“I’m going to be late for court if I don’t leave now. I signed the letters you left on my desk. Can you get them in the mail today?”
“I’ll drop them off at the post office before I pick up Logan.”
“Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Okay. If you need anything, just let me know.”
“You know I will. Caleb ask you out for lunch?”
Holly gaped at her. “You knew he was going to ask me?”
“He asked if I would have any objections. Of course, I told him no. He’s a nice guy.”
“Are you trying to be a matchmaker?”
“Nope, he came up with that idea all himself.” Diamond laughed mischievously. “You haven’t been out on a date since Mitch. It’s time you got back out there.”
“I have terrible taste.” Holly lowered her eyes.
“I don’t have time to argue with you. I’ll tell you in the morning how any man would be lucky to have you. I might even change my mind after all and try my skills as a matchmaker. I know several men I could fix you up with.”
Holly opened the door for her. “Go. You’re going to be late. And I would be too afraid you would fix me with a Last Rider.”
“Some of The Last Riders are really sweet.”
“Name one.” Holly folded her arms across her chest.
She could see Diamond’s mind working furiously.
“Can’t. Don’t have time.”
Holly started laughing. “That’s what I thought. The next man I become involved with will have a steady job, pass a drug screen, and have the sizzle factor.”
“The sizzle factor?”
“That look you get on your face when Knox comes to the office. The sizzle factor,” Holly explained.
“Any man can achieve the sizzle factor. He just needs Knox’s secret weapon.”
“What’s that?” Holly loved the bantering they had developed as they had grown closer working together.
“His tongue ring. But his big … bike is the wow factor.”
4
“Did you have a good day at school?” Holly asked from over her shoulder as Logan climbed into the backseat and buckled himself into his car seat.
“Mrs. Hillard made me student of the day,” he bragged with self-importance.
“That’s wonderful.”
She continued to listen attentively as Logan continued to talk about his day while she drove them home.
The little boy was the spitting image of his father. As he had grown, his hair had darkened and was so curly that he would constantly ask for it to be cut when it grew too long. Holly knew exactly who to thank for it—Greer.
The man would call Logan a feminine term that she despised at any sign of softness the boy showed. If she didn’t love Logan so much, she would have hit Greer over his stubborn head with her iron skillet. The only reason she hadn’t done so yet was because Dustin and Tate kept their brother in control.
Once they were home, Holly started setting the dinner table as Logan went to his bedroom to play.
She was putting some rolls in the oven when the front opened and Dustin came in. She couldn’t help smiling when Logan came running out of his bedroom to greet his father. Dustin barely had enough time to catch the little whirlwind as he closed the door.
“I was student of the day!” Logan told his father excitedly.
Dustin tickled Logan. “Was it because you were being good, or because you gave Mrs. Hillard that apple you whittled for her?”
Logan’s laughter filled the house as he tried to escape his father’s tickling hands. “Because I was good!”
Dustin sat him back down on the floor. “Then I guess you deserve to play that new video game I have stashed in my room.”
“Really?” Logan’s eyes grew round.
“Really. We can play it after dinner,” Dustin promised.