Perfect for You

school." She sighed.
    "You don't sound enthused about it."
    "Do you enjoy what you do?"
    "Yeah." He glanced at her as he placed tomato slices on the pile. "Why?"
    "Just curious." She wasn't sure she wanted to divulge her secret to him yet, so she changed the subject really quickly. "Having cold parents had to have colored your world view. Are you interested in having children?"
    "That would depend on the woman I end up marrying, wouldn't it?" He opened a cabinet behind him and pulled out a plate.
    "Yeah, but what if she wanted to have kids? How would you treat them?"
    "Like they were my world."
    Muscles she didn't know were tensed relaxed, and she exhaled in relief. "And your wife?"
    He carefully transferred the sandwich to the plate. "I don't have one."
    "But you want to have one, right? Would you take care of her? Are you dating anyone?"
    He eyed her as he pushed her food across the counter. "I like you, kid, but not like that. You need to find someone better suited to you."
    For some reason, the guy downstairs flashed in her mind, which was totally ridiculous because she didn't know him at all.
    Then she realized what Greg had said. "No! For frick's sake, I'm not trying to pick up on you."
    "That's a relief."
    "That's just gross. I mean, you're hot and all, but geez"—she shuddered—"you're ancient."
    "Thanks," he said dryly.
    "And Freya likes you, so you're practically like a brother." She gave him a flat gaze. "Incest is not cool."
    "No, it's not." He crossed his arms and leaned on the counter behind him. "But I think you got your signals mixed up about Freya. She hates my guts."
    Anna shook her head. "I don't think so."
    "Maybe it's time you told me why you're here tonight." He opened the fridge and pulled out a beer before dragging out a stool for himself.
    "Can I have one?" She nodded at the beer.
    "No."
    She frowned."Why not?"
    "Because you're driving home."
    "It's just one beer." She huffed when he stared at her implacably. "You're not my brother yet."
    "Consider this practice."
    She wanted to grumble, but even though she was annoyed, his concern for her wellbeing warmed her. "I came here to figure out if you were good enough for Freya."
    He studied her in silence before he said, "And your verdict?"
    She threw her hands in the air. "I didn't get to ask you nearly as many questions as I would have liked. You kept turning the tables."
    "Sorry," he said insincerely.
    She ignored him. It seemed the thing to do to a would-be brother. "But I like you, and Freya liked you that one day you guys hung out together. She liked you a lot."
    "And then she couldn't wait to get away from me."
    "Only once she found out you were a lawyer."
    "A lawyer?" He frowned. "What does that have to do with anything?"
    It had everything to do with everything. "Our dad was a doctor, and one of his patients sued him because she got nerve damage in a procedure. Dad's lawyer promised him everything would be fine right up to the moment Dad lost everything, including his license."
    "I still don't understand what that has to do with me."
    "Dad's lawyer misled him. Between his fees and his crappy advice to go to court instead of settling, we lost all our money, including most of our parents' life insurance." She swallowed a thick lump that rose in her throat. "Dad was so upset after the verdict that he lost control of the car on the way home from court. He and Mom died instantly. Freya says it was an accident, but sometimes I think she's just protecting me, because it'd suck if Dad meant to..."
    He nudged her shoulder. "If Freya thinks it was an accident, then it was an accident."
    She looked into his eyes and any doubts she may have had dissolved. "You're not bad, even if you are a lawyer."
    He grinned. "Thanks. I think."
    She gripped his hand. "So you get why Freya freaked when she found out you were a lawyer, right? The bastards took everything from her, and then she was stuck trying to raise a bratty little sister instead of going to college like she'd planned."
    "Yes, I'm beginning to get it."
    "We just have to get Freya to realize what a good guy you are." She frowned. "You are a good guy, right?"
    The corner of his mouth twitched. "I think so."
    "That's what I think too." She slapped her palms down on the counter. "Excellent. You pass. Let's do this thing."
    "Oh no." He shook a finger at her. "We aren't doing anything. This is none of your business."
    She blinked. "Excuse me?"
    His expression turned serious. "Whatever happens is