She stops dead in her tracks and turns to look at me. “You’re an attorney?”
“Didn’t I mention that?”
“No. You did not mention that. You sat there and listened to me talk about law school and you didn’t say a word.”
I step to her, my hands settling at her waist, under the jacket. “I’m telling you now.”
“What kind of law?”
“Corporate.”
“Where’d you go to school?”
“Harvard.”
She gapes. “Harvard? You went to Harvard?”
“Yes. I went to Harvard.”
“And then you were recruited out of college to work in New York?”
“That’s right.”
“Money or passion?” she asks.
My brows dip. “What?”
“Are you in it for the money or the passion?”
“Why can’t I have both?”
“Is that possible?”
“Not always. But sometimes.” I study her a moment, and that sexy trepidation I’ve noticed several times before has returned with a vengeance. “Emily,” I say softly, lifting my chin toward our destination. “We’re ten feet from the building, and my car, which means us leaving together, and we aren’t moving any closer to achieving that goal. Is this nerves or second thoughts?”
“I really want to know about you and Harvard and—”
“Understood. And I’ll tell you, but we’re still standing here.”
She glances at the building and then back to me. “I wasn’t, but now that you just pointed all of that out, I am. It’s been a while and you’re…”
“I’m what?”
“You. You’re just you, and don’t ask me to explain that because like you, I can’t.”
There is something so damn sweet about this woman that hits all the right spots and I reach over and caress hair from her face. “We’re going to be good together. We already are. I feel it. You have to feel it, too. Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” she says. “I do.”
Pleased with her answer, I link our arms again and we cross a walkway toward the building. “I don’t have to ask to know you’re a good attorney,” she comments a few steps later. “You’re very persuasive.”
I laugh. “Some would say I’m an asshole.”
“Are you?”
“If I’m dealing with an asshole, then yes, I’m an asshole. Have you taken the LSAT?”
“Even if I had, I wouldn’t tell you. I have no desire to compare scores.”