Grabbing her purse, she glanced in the mirror and blew her reflection a kiss, making herself a promise to just go with it, follow her instincts, and let it take her where it would.
And, right now, that was to Cole.
Cole was across town and seated behind his desk in the middle of a much longer than expected conference call. As he glanced up at the clock, he clenched his teeth as the big hand shifted to three forty-five. Shit. He was late for lunch with Rachel.
As Mr. Fogerty, one of their top clients, continued on about how he was not responsible for the fact that one of his employees was suing him for wrongful termination, Cole looked over to Logan. Logan was sitting on Cole’s couch, examining his nails and looking exceedingly bored. He finally raised his eyes and rolled them behind his glasses.
Cole gestured him over and continued taking notes, giving Mr. Fogerty noncommittal answers. Logan stood, smoothed his jacket, and walked over to Cole’s desk. Switching to a separate page, Cole scrawled: Woman in lobby. Name is Rachel. Go get her.
Logan picked up the paper and read its instructions. As he glanced down at Cole, he tapped the note with his opposite hand. “What does she look like?” he asked in a hushed tone.
Looking him dead in the eye, Cole whispered, “Like a woman you will only ever dream about but will never have the balls to take.”
Logan chuckled as he made his way to the door. “That good, huh?”
“Yes, that good. And Logan?” Cole hissed quietly as he covered the mic to the speakerphone. “Hands and eyes off.”
Opening the office door, Logan turned back at the last moment just to irritate Cole. “How am I going find her if I can’t get a good look at her?”
“Mr. Fogerty?” Cole interrupted his client.
“Yes, Mr. Madison?”
“Can you hold for one minute?”
“Sure, Madison, but don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Cole pressed the mute button and glared over at his partner, who was currently giving him a what-did-I-say look.
“Keep your charm to yourself, Logan. There are plenty left in the world for you to choose from. Just go get her, and don’t ogle her.”
Logan laughed as he held his hands up in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. It’s refreshing to realize you still acknowledge that I have more charm in my little finger than you do in your whole body.”
“Just get her, would you? And don’t try anything.”
“Okay, message received. No need to be so possessive.”
“Logan,” Cole warned in a voice that was low and slightly more annoyed than even he expected. “I mean it. Don’t try anything. She’s with me.”
As Logan moved through the open door, he turned back to Cole for one last jab. “Does she know that?”
Logan left, and Cole hit the speaker button and let Mr. Fogerty know he had returned. Distracted, Cole thought back to last night. He was certain of one thing: Without a doubt in his mind, Rachel knew exactly who she was with.
Rachel was seated, along with several other people, in the very impressive lobby of Mitchell & Madison’s Law Firm. As she let her eyes move around her plush surroundings, she reminded herself that there was no need to feel intimidated. It was one thing to tell herself that, but in reality, the marble floors, leather couches, and expensive paintings on the walls were all very damn intimidating.
Pulling out her phone, she glanced down at time: 3:46 p.m. He was late, which was very unlike him.
Maybe he changed his mind? No, the perfectly put-together Shelly look-alike behind the mahogany desk had buzzed through and told Cole she was here. So, he must just be busy.
Rachel pushed her loosely curled streaked hair behind her shoulders as she crossed one leg over the other. Leaning back into the soft leather couch, she glanced down at her black cheetah leggings with a grimace. She had paired them with knee-high leather boots and a black dress that stopped near her upper thigh and molded to her body like a second skin. Lastly, she had coupled the outfit with a long cream cardigan. Yep, I definitely do not fit in here.
Just as she was starting to have serious doubts about being there, one of the large glass doors to the left opened, and a man dressed in a gray pinstripe suit came out into the lobby. The receptionist immediately perked up and smiled at him as she nodded in Rachel’s direction.
The tall man turned on his heel and looked around at the people waiting on each of the couches. Framed by expensive-looking, black hipster glasses, his eyes landed on her before he moved across the lobby. Rachel got the impression he was sizing her up. He was at least six feet tall with dark hair buzzed down close to his head, and he had the perfect amount of stubble lining his cheeks and jaw to look fashionable. When he stopped in front of her and looked down, she could see curious blue eyes surrounded by thick dark lashes.
“Well, now. I knew Madison was a lucky bastard, but parading you under our noses is just mean-spirited, even for him.”
Rachel felt her mouth twitch as the large yet-to-be identified man unbuttoned his jacket and took a seat beside her. Crossing one leg over the other, he placed one of his arms across the back of the couch behind her and turned to face her.
“You are Rachel, correct? Otherwise, this will be very embarrassing.”
Rachel couldn’t help the sarcasm that slipped into her voice as she quipped with a smile, “Oh? And if I’m not, will you go and find her and deliver that same line?”
The man beside her placed a large palm over his heart. “You wound me. That was the absolute truth, not a line.”
Rachel pulled her bottom lip into her mouth to stifle a small laugh.
“See, you doubt me. I can tell,” he accused.
Shaking her head at his playful tone, Rachel replied with a full-blown grin, “You can, can you?”
“Yes. You definitely doubt my sincerity, yet I was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God.”
“Well, maybe I would be more open to believing you if I knew who you were,” Rachel informed him in a conspiratorial whisper.
The man gave her a smile that was just this side of naughty as it met his mischievous eyes. “But then, all the mystery is gone.”
Unable to hold back the laughter any longer, Rachel chuckled as she tilted her head to the side. “Obviously, you know Cole.”
“Yep, I have had that mostly fortunate pleasure since we were tearing up the college campus together.”
Rachel looked him over, noting that he was just as put together as Cole but far more relaxed. As her eyes came back to his, his dark brow quirked up behind the dark-framed glasses.
“So? Do I measure up?”
“I wasn’t checking you out,” she sputtered.
“Yes, you were. It’s okay though. People can’t help themselves.”
Letting out a bark of laughter at his easy arrogance, Rachel raised a hand to cover her mouth. “Are you serious?”
“Very. I mean, look at all of this.”
Rachel looked around to see if anyone else was paying attention to the outrageous words spilling from this man’s mouth, but no one else seemed to be looking at them, including the receptionist.
“I still don’t know who you are,” she pointed out, choosing to ignore his last comment.
“That’s right, you don’t, do you? Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Logan Mitchell.”
Rachel ran the name through her mind several times. Logan Mitchell. Mitchell. Her eyes moved to the wall behind the receptionist where the name of the firm, Mitchell & Madison, was announced to incoming clients and guests in large block lettering.