“Good. Fire up your computer. Get to work. You’ve got clients waiting for you, and not a moment to lose. We’ve missed you.”
Drew nodded at his brother.
He’d been out of work for so long. He sat back in his chair, closed his eyes, and then opened them.
Last night was the first time he’d slept completely through. When he’d gone to the kitchen this morning, hunting the scents that were making his stomach wild, Callie had been cooking, looking refreshed in a pair of sweatpants and shirt that seemed to cling to all of her curves in the right places.
Had he ever really taken the time to look at that juicy pair of tits that were begging to be held, to be touched?
He wanted her. There was no doubt in his mind he did, and it was fucking crazy.
He’d bullied her for being fat. Teased, taunted, made her life a misery, and now he saw those curves and she made him ache. No woman had made him feel that way in a very long time.
He missed it.
He wanted it.
She’d provided him with a breakfast fit for a king. He’d never been fuller in his life.
Now he needed to get his head in the game.
Pushing all thoughts of Callie out of his mind, he put his case down, fired up his computer, and accessed his emails. The first email he had to tend to was his back-to-work one. Scanning through the pages, he was completely bored, but he finished everything he needed to. It reminded him of what was required of him. The law. The conditions of his return. Standard stuff. After dealing with that, he got straight into cases.
He loved the law. It was one of the reasons why he’d been studying it even on a football scholarship. There were so many loopholes and tricks of understanding the way a law was written. He found it a challenge, and he loved complications and complex situations. They were his weakness.
After picking up the phone to dial the courthouse, he got stuck preparing himself to be ready to deal with several clients. Some of them were in county jail, and he organized interviews with them.
Just as he’d finished the last call, he looked up and saw Meghan and Callie outside his office. He stood up and buttoned his jacket, feeling more like himself than ever before.
Callie still wore a pair of sweatpants. Her long, thick hair was tied up at the nape of her neck. Meghan’s hair was in two ponytails down her chest. She had a huge smile on her face and she was also dressed in actual clothes. A dress, a pair of socks, and some shoes.
“Is this a good time?” Callie asked, in the doorway.
Drew saw a couple of people were watching. Callie held Meghan’s hand.
“We got you lunch, Daddy,” Meghan said, holding up a brown paper bag.
“I saw you didn’t take the lunch I made for you and seeing as it’s such a beautiful day, I figured Meghan and I could bring it to you.”
“You walked here?”
“Yep.”
“Meghan doesn’t like to walk.”
“I do, Daddy. When we get home, we’re going to make cupcakes. I can mix the batter. Callie promised. Didn’t you?”
“Yes, I did. Here is your lunch.”
“You made me lunch?”
“I did.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“I’ll put it by your briefcase from now on.” She smiled at him.
Was she always this beautiful in high school? No, it couldn’t be possible, if it was, she’d have guys all over her, and that simply hadn’t happened. No one had wanted Callie.
“Yo, Drew, how is everything going?” Callum asked, inviting himself into the office.
Callie turned to see Callum.
“Well, well, well, if it’s not Callie Stewart. I heard you’d taken on the most frightening task of taking care of my brother.”
“And Meghan.” Callie lifted her hand a little.
“Ah, my minx of a niece. Are you being a good girl?”
“The best.”
“I don’t believe that. You’re a little devil.” Callum began to tickle her.
Drew watched his brother who was always such a natural with kids.
“We better go. I think we’ve taken up way too much of your time already,” Callie said.
Meghan took her hand and he saw it as the most natural reaction in the world. His daughter already trusted Callie.
“You can stop by any time. Be warned, he’s a slacker, so he’ll be finding any excuse not to work. Although, I can see why he’d want to stay home.” Callum winked at Callie.
Callie blushed. “Right, okay, yeah, I think it’s time for me to take Meghan home. We hope you enjoy lunch, don’t we, Meghan?”
“Yes, enjoy lunch, Daddy.”
He was tempted to forget his lunch more often he got to see Callie and his little girl. He watched them walk out of the office and up the street.
“Wow,” Callum said.
“You’re married.”
“I wasn’t saying wow to me but I can see why you were struggling with that decision. She’s hot.”
“Don’t,” Drew said.
“You know, when I think about it, Callie was hot in high school.”
“She was fat.”
“Don’t be a dick, Drew.”
He ran his hands over his face. “I’m starting to wonder the same thing, okay? I’m not entirely happy with how I’m thinking things right now, okay. I mean, she’s … Callie.” He shook his head. Opening up the brown bag, he saw a couple of sandwiches, a bag of chips, and there even appeared to be a couple of wrapped cookies. It wasn’t much, but it was something.
His mouth watered.
“How are you finding everything?”
“Fine. No problems so far, not that I expected any.” He took a bite of the sandwich. Cheese and pickle. He loved it. He demolished the whole of his lunch in less than five minutes. He was so hungry.
“So the nanny is working for you then?” Callum asked.
“Are you playing the big-brother routine?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to.”
“Has Tilly signed the paperwork yet?”
“Nope.”
“Do you really think she’s ever going to sign it?”
“She will.”
“How do you know?”
“I know Tilly. I know she’s going to find someone who can offer her better. That’s all Tilly has ever done. I was under no illusions when I married her. You’ll probably find when she got knocked up by me, she figured I was rich already.”
Callum smiled. “I’m glad you’re divorcing her. You know what it means.”
“I’m not going to go looking.”
“Why go looking when you’ve got a perfect candidate working with you?”
“You deal in sexual harassment cases. If I in any way make Callie uncomfortable, she can have my ass for that little nugget. It’s not going to happen.”
“Unless she feels the same way. The woman’s making you breakfast and lunch. I think it’s safe to say something’s going on there.”
Callum left him alone. Drew finished off his coffee, crumpled up the empty lunch bag, and sat back. He needed to get his shit together and get down to the courthouse to deal with a delinquent who liked to graffiti on public property. The kid had some major issues. He was in the system as it wasn’t his first offense.