Unforgettable Love (Journey of Love 3)

“I’m your lawyer, Sierra. We need to . . . um . . . stay focused.”

Oh. So that’s how he wants to play this. “Focused, huh? Got it.” Standing, I gave Dodge a smile. “Well, since we don’t have any business to talk about, I think I’m going to go search for another hot guy. According to my lawyer, I need to get laid. Have a good day, Dodge.”

Feeling his eyes burning into my back, I held my giggle in until I walked out of Starbucks. Making my way down the street, I headed back to my house when I heard Jackie calling out my name.

“Sierra! Wait!”

Stopping, I turned and waited for her. “Did I forget something?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “Oh, no! You didn’t forget anything, but I wanted to ask you if you’d like to go out tonight with me and a few friends of mine. It’s girls’ night.”

Girls’ night? I hadn’t had a night out with the girls since Ryn moved. “Okay! Sounds like fun. Where and what time should I be there?”

Jackie smiled and did a little jump. “Eight, and we’re all meeting at 219 West.”

Grinning, I said, “I’ll be there.”

Jacking clapped. “Be ready to spice things up!”

Tossing my head back with a laugh, I gave her a thumbs-up. “Yes! Totally spicing it up on all fronts.”

Glancing over Jackie’s shoulder, I watched as Dodge walked out of Starbucks and headed to his truck. In a way, my heart was broken just a little that he didn’t come after me.

Men.

They all suck!

My nose was buried in my Kindle app on my cell phone as I walked up the steps to my house. I stopped and finished up the last few sentences to get to the end of the chapter.

“Whatcha reading?”

Jumping, I screamed and my cell phone went flying. Placing my hand over my chest, I dragged in deep breath after deep breath as I tried to calm my beating heart.

“What in the hell is wrong with you? Ohmygod! You asshole. My heart is pounding.”

Dodge stood there leaning against my front door, looking all hot.

Bastard.

“You left before I could talk to you.”

Rolling my eyes, I headed back down the stairs to get my phone. “Well, I assumed you had nothing of importance to talk about. Now, if you have something to say about my divorce, or the possibility of some stranger breaking into my house, I’m all ears. Otherwise, leave.”

Reaching down, I picked up my phone and let out a gasp. “No! No, I just got this iPhone!”

My phone had landed face down on a rock and the whole screen was cracked. Turning, I pointed to Dodge as I gave him my best death stare. “This is your fault!”

Frowning, he pushed off the door. “My fault? How in the hell is this my fault?”

“You scared me, dickhead. That’s how this is your fault.”

Shaking his head, Dodge glared at me. “You do know if you call me that in court, you’re sure to lose the case.”

“Ugh! Oh my gosh! Why are men so . . . so . . . just . . . ugh . . . my god, you’re all just . . . just . . .”

Dodge lifted his eyebrows and leaned in closer like that would make me find the words that were lost.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, I turned and headed to my car. Unlocking it, I got in as Dodge shouted, “Where are you going now?”

Holding up my phone, I yelled, “To fix my phone!”

Placing the keys in the car, I turned and nothing happened. No, please don’t do this to me. You’re a brand new car for Christ’s sake!

Dodge tapped the driver’s side window as I dropped my head back against the headrest. “Go away! You’re like the reverse of a good luck charm!”

Opening the door, Dodge leaned in and got so close to my face, I had to fight like hell not to grab him and kiss him.

He smelled so good. I had to find out what cologne he wore and then spray the hell out of my sheets with it.

I did not just think that.

“Damn, isn’t this car fairly new?” Dodge asked as I smelled the mint from the gum he was chewing.

Fuck. My. Life.

“Yes, Dodge. It’s about six months old. Maybe more, I don’t know.”

“How do you not know? What month did you buy it in?”

Snapping my eyes open, I glared at him. “Fuck if I know right now, Dodge. I can’t think straight! My phone is broke! My kind of newish car is broke! You’re invading my personal space, I need so desperately to get laid and you’re not helping any, and I . . . I . . .”

I am such an idiot. I did not just say that out loud. Did I?

Reaching for my hand, Dodge pulled me out of my car, forcing me to slam into his body.

Breathe, Sierra. Deep breaths . . . in through the nose . . . out through the mouth. Focus. Focus on anything other than the muscular body you’re pressed up against right now. Or the fact that you’re slowing getting lost in the most beautiful blue eyes ever.

Dodge slipped his hand behind my neck as my heart dropped to my stomach. His eyes fell to my lips, causing me to lick them. The moment he whispered, “Fuck,” I wanted to cry out yes! A million butterflies took off in my stomach at the mere idea that Dodge was going to kiss me.

Moving in closer, Dodge brushed his lips across mine and I grabbed onto his arms to steady myself.

“We have to stay focused, Sierra.”

Letting out a whimper that made me sound like a desperate whore, I whispered back, “Focused. I am totally focused, Dodge.”

Just like that, Dodge let go of me and took a few steps back. “I’ll take you to get your phone fixed.”

My head was spinning out of control as my heart broke a little bit more. I wasn’t sure how many more times I would be able to handle Dodge rejecting me. Fighting to hold back the threat of tears, I turned away and headed to my front door. “I’ll get it fixed later, along with the car.”

Dodge grabbed my arm. “Sierra, please wait.”

Shaking my head, I didn’t dare look at him.

I was sexually frustrated.

I was starting to fall for a man who clearly didn’t feel the same about me.

And I was scared shitless that my husband was watching my every move.

“Not now, Dodge.”

Unlocking the door to my house, I walked in, shut the door and turned off the alarm. Leaning against the door, I slowly slid down and sat on the floor as I cried.

“Fuck. My. Life,” I said as I sobbed into my hands.

WALKING INTO MY HOUSE, I slammed the door shut. “Damn it all to hell,” I said as I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the refrigerator. Why the hell did I lose control? I’m always losing control around Sierra. The attraction toward her was starting to cause me to not be focused on the things I needed to be focused on right now.

Pulling her file closer to me, I sat down at the kitchen island and looked over my notes from yesterday’s meeting.

Looking at my notes, I read Sierra’s statement of finding the rose. None of this made sense. The guy wasn’t that stupid to jeopardize his case by breaking into Sierra’s house. While she was home.

Letting out a frustrated breath, I pulled out the envelope of photos that the previous lawyer had. Sierra had hired a private investigator to follow Robert around for a couple of weeks. Most of the pictures were of him coming and going from his office and home. There were a number of them with one particular blonde. “This must be Lisa,” I said to myself.

Staring at the girl, I couldn’t help but notice how she looked at Robert. Almost as if she . . . couldn’t stand him.

Interesting.

Digging through the pile of papers, I found the one with Lisa’s information on it.

“Lisa Blank. What a name,” I said as I rolled my eyes. Pulling out my cell phone, I dialed her number.

“Talk to me!” a spunky voice said.

“Hey, Lisa. Baby, what’s up?”

“Um . . . who is this?”

Shit. I hadn’t thought this through v

ery well.

“Mike, you know, we met a couple months back.”

Silence.

“Hello?” I asked as I waited for her to hang up.

“Oh my gosh, Mike from 219 West? The bartender?”

What are the damn odds of that happening? My old life of being a manager of Red 7 looked like it was about to pay off.

“That’s me, baby.”

“You working tonight?” Lisa asked.

Jesus, is this really happening? “Baby I get off at eight and I’m in the mood for some dancing. Meet me at the bar.”