VERSUS (Second Chances 2)

What the actual fuck?

I lean forward, bracing both palms on the top of my desk. “And that means?”

“We still work together.”

I’m a master of masking surprise, so I slip on my best stoic expression and carry forward, as I do every fucking day in court.

Except, I’m not in court.

I’m in my office with the woman I’m crazy about; the same woman I just ate to an orgasm.

“Do you still fuck each other?”

Her hands drop to her hips. “Only when we’re on. When we’re off, it’s hands-off each other.”

“On and off?” I question because I’m looking for some clarity here.

“We dated on and off.” She explains with a tilt of her finger in the air. “We are off right now. Obviously.”

Which leaves the door open for them to be on again?

“Did you see him when you went back to Buffalo?”

She pushes a hand through her long hair, making it even messier. “Of course. We work together.”

Whoever the fuck this guy is I hate him, almost as much as I hate Clark Dodson.

I’m a man who needs all available information to process things, so I ask the one question I’m not sure I want an answer to. “How long has this on and off thing been going on?”

She levels her chin to look me straight in the eye. “Three years.”

It feels like a punch to my gut.

There’s history there. There’s enough of something that they feel the pull to get back together over and over again.

“Chet and I haven’t been together in months.”

“Chet?” I cock a brow. “His name is Chet?”

“Chet Richmond.”

I know what I’ll be doing the second she’s out the door.

Google is almost always a cure-all for curiosity.

Her gaze drops to her wrist and the watch she left at my place the first night we fucked. That was before I realized who she was or that some jerk named Chet Richmond has been in and out of her bed for the past three years.

“I have a meeting I need to get to.” She moves to pick up her tote bag.

I nod. I won’t try and keep her. I’m going to seek out a beer and the life history of Chet Richmond, Esquire.

“Oh.” She flips her hair over her shoulder and fuck me, she’s so goddamn beautiful.

“Oh?” I repeat back.

“I came here for a reason.” She sighs. “It’s about the Alcester case. We don’t have time to get into it now, but since I’m here, I do have a question for you.”

“Ask away.”