fast.”
She angled her head at him, then smiled. “Same here.”
A few hours later, Brian found himself walking in the door of his house, three containers of sauce and meatballs in a bag to stick in the freezer. That would come in mighty handy for a meal.
He never expected to stay as long as he had tonight, but the two of them just had no end to conversations. There wasn’t a lot of personal talk, more about life around them.
They laughed. They smiled. And they kissed some more.
He didn’t want to push her, but it seemed like she was pushing him to his limit and he was going to have to figure out how to get everything under control.
Something told him that though she liked to kiss, she wasn’t going to be jumping into bed with him anytime soon.
Unfortunately.
8
Take The Initiative
Brian pulled into Robin’s house Saturday at five thirty, ready to pick her up for their first real date in his eyes.
Sure, they’d had two dinners together already and shared some kisses that had kept him up at night, but truthfully, he was a little old fashioned and felt bad that he hadn’t really taken her out.
Other women loved that trait of his, that he always wanted to pay and be a gentleman. That he was old school. Until they took advantage of it.
In the beginning he was completely fine with it, but when he was dating someone for a period of time, he’d felt that the woman would do a little bit of something. Maybe not pay for dinner out, but if they went to the movies or something, at least offer. Cook a meal, take the initiative. Not just give demands and expect him to do it all. He was sick of one-sided relationships.
Nope. They knew he was a lawyer and felt he had more than enough money.
He had plenty, but he didn’t flaunt it. His practice cost money to run, he had staff to pay, insurance premiums to maintain and plenty more expenses no one thought of. But he was his own boss and that was well worth it.
Cases like Robin’s...he got a few thousand in legal fees, just like most divorce cases. An hourly rate was charged and they moved on. Same with house closing. Criminal cases, if they were long and drawn out, money was made there because of the man hours. Where he got the bulk of his money was personal injury lawsuits.
He wasn’t someone to go running after those cases. He wasn’t an ambulance chaser. But he had a reputation for being fair and reasonable and oftentimes settled out of court if he could. No one wanted a long drawn out battle and if he thought someone was trying to pull something over for a quick payout, he wouldn’t take the case.
Had he been told he was nuts to do that before? Yeah, he had and he didn’t care. Cases like putting a hot cup of coffee between your legs while you drove, then slamming on the brakes and spilling it...come on. Common sense.
But if someone wanted to sue, they could sue for any reason and plenty of lawyers took the cases for a quick payout.
That was what gave so many lawyers a bad name.
He might not get rich being a good guy, but he could put his head on the pillow at night and sleep well.
Unless it was filled with a brown-haired beauty that was shy and awkward, giving him mixed signals and making him stumble more than a newborn colt just birthed and trying to stand for the first time.
He got out of his car and walked to the front door, only to have it opened before he could knock. He hadn’t thought he was late and looked at his watch.
“Sorry,” she said when she caught the motion of his eyes on his wrist. “I just got the dogs in the crate and if they heard the doorbell or someone in the house they might get wound up.”
He hadn’t thought of that. “How have they been?” He leaned in to give her a kiss on the lips and got a sweet smile out of her.
“Better. House training is getting there. I want to get them to doggy daycare, but they have to be ten weeks old where I want them to go. They are just eight weeks at this point.”
She followed him to his car and got in. “Will you bring them there five days a week?”
“No. Just the three days I