Perfect for You

annoyingly knowing look on his face. "So when are we going out again?"
    Anna nudged her. "Yeah, Freya, when are you going out again?"
    "Never." She gave her sister a warning look before facing Cavanaugh again. "Never," she repeated for emphasis.
    "Why not?" He studied her casually, but she knew there was nothing casual about him. "Your perfect god might be standing right in front of you."
    Freya burst into incredulous laughter. "Yeah right."
    "I don't know." He leaned forward, so close she felt his breath ruffle her hair. He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers. The rasp of his knuckles on her skin as he ran his hand down the side of her face to her neck raised goosebumps on her arms. "I'd at least like to try to be what you need."
    Her nipples sprang to attention as he brushed his fingers across the skin her robe exposed.
    For a second, she was tempted to agree with him—he might very well be just what she needed to get her sexual groove back. Not that she was ever admitting that.
    " Really interesting," Anna said.
    Hell—she'd forgotten about her sister, whose avid gaze bounced back and forth between her and Cavanaugh.
    Freya pushed his hand away before turning on her sister. "Remember dinner? You need to go."
    Anna heaved a sigh. "I'm telling you, it's not going to be as exciting as watching the two of you. But I'm going," she said hurriedly as Freya shot her a scowl. She grinned and waved at Cavanaugh as she went to her car. "It's been illuminating. Behave yourselves when I'm not here to referee."
    They stood in silence and watched her race off. Then he turned to Freya with a smile. "She's a good kid."
    She narrowed her eyes, trying to find something skeezy about his comment. But she had to be fair and admit that he meant it in the brotherly way he'd said it.
    That didn't mean she felt any differently about him. "I need to get back inside. And I'm sure you need to get your girlfriend from day care."
    "Careful." He brushed his thumb across her cheekbone in a touch so gentle it made her catch her breath. "Your eyes are turning green."
    She slapped at his hand. "You are a menace."
    Stomping up the porch steps, she opened her door and stepped inside, slamming it shut in his face before he could utter another word. She could feel him smirking all the way through the thick, hundred-year-old wood.
    Jealous. Ha . She shook her head and stomped up the stairs straight to her computer. She opened a browser, went to craigslist, and opened her notebook.
    She didn't need a deceptive lawyer with infantile taste in women. She rubbed her cheek to wipe away the lingering feel of his touch and typed in the ad.
    "Take that," she said, hitting Submit. She sat back, feeling a little bit like her old self. Bold. Excited.
    Empowered.
    She grinned and stretched her arms over her head. "I'm open for business, world."

 
Chapter Four
     
     
    Greg could hear his phone ringing as he let himself in the entryway of his apartment. He walked up the two-story staircase to the main floor, waiting for the answering machine to click on.
    "Hey buddy. You home yet?"
    Hearing his best friend's voice, he took the rest of the steps two at a time to get to the phone.
    "—It's after eight on Friday night, and—"
    Greg snatched the receiver. "I'm here, Don."
    "Did I catch you at a bad time? If you're busy I can call back." His voice was laden with innuendo. "Though I'm already calling you back."
    "I just got home." It'd been a long, trying day, starting with one of his clients arriving in tears because her soon-to-be ex-husband called her that morning and told her he wanted full custody of Timmie. It took Greg half an hour to figure out Timmie was their pet iguana. The day had gone downhill from there.
    "Man, you work too hard."
    An hour ago, he would have agreed. He'd been exhausted after work. But after the head-on collision with Freya, he felt oddly refreshed and energized. And the place he wanted to expend his excess energy was in bed—with Freya surrounding him with her flaming hair and long limbs.
    Dropping his briefcase at the top of the stairs, he headed straight for his bedroom. He'd loosened his tie hours ago but he was dying to get out of his suit. "How are Melinda and Abby?"
    Don's voice softened. "They're great. Abby gets bigger everyday. We're thinking of giving her a brother or sister."
    He smiled. One day, he was going to have what Don had—a loving wife and a close-knit family. If being a divorce lawyer taught him