immediate area with which to fill it. She flushed. “Wow, that certainly takes the wind out of my sails.”
He found pink was an appealing color on her. Maybe she wasn’t quite as plain as how she first came across. Jenny did have beautiful blue eyes. “Why? Didn’t you want me to say yes?”
“Yes.” She liked the sound of that word in her ear, the taste of it on her tongue. Yes… There were so many scenarios she wanted Eric and herself to agree on….
Yanking herself out of her mental revelry, she tried to backtrack. She wasn’t going to suffer death by headache today. No, if she was going to die today, it was going to be death by sheer idiocy. “I mean, I’ve been looking for the right words to persuade you, practicing speeches.” Because Eric was looking at her so intently, she flushed again. She tried not to contemplate what was going through his mind. “The cabby must have thought I was crazy.”
“Cabby?”
Jenny nodded. “I had to take a cab to get here. Actually, I had to take a cab to get anywhere today. My car died.” She felt her tongue tangling more and more and waved a hand at her words. She’d gone off on a tangent again. It was what happened when her brain wasn’t operating properly. “Never mind, you don’t want to hear about that.”
Eric smiled at her. Jenny found her knees dissolving like sugar cubes in a hot cup of coffee. Any second now she was going to turn into a complete puddle.
“I’ve been subjected to worse things,” he confided. Glancing over at his day planner, Eric made a decision. “Why don’t we grab a cup of coffee somewhere and talk over exactly what you want me to do?”
Oh, if you only knew. Jenny grabbed her thoughts before they could bolt from the corral and go off running.
This was a bad idea, she thought.
Her confidence didn’t come into play in this arena the way it did when she was in the courtroom. There she was completely prepared, knew her case’s strengths, its weaknesses. Here, the only weakness she was acutely aware of was her own.
This wasn’t about her, Jenny upbraided herself. This was about charity. She had to stop thinking like an adolescent and start thinking and behaving like the mature twenty-six-year-old woman she was. A twenty-six-year-old woman who was a damn good attorney and had graduated at the top of her class within a highly competitive academic forum.
A twenty-six-year old woman-slash-attorney who was turning into mush while looking up into warm chocolate-brown eyes that reminded her of her favorite pudding.
Enough.
Exercising tremendous self-control, Jenny forced herself to think practically, not an easy matter under the circumstances. She had to be in court by three, which meant she needed to be inside a cab by two-fifteen. That in turn meant calling a cab by one forty-five. Since it was a little after one o’clock now, that gave her approximately forty-five minutes.
Forty-five minutes to bask in Eric Logan’s smile and try very, very hard not to behave like a living brain donor. It was a challenge.
“Sounds good to me.” She slowly peeled the words off the roof of her mouth one by one.
The next moment, Jenny looked away from the even wider smile that was now gracing Eric’s lips. She had to. She knew she wasn’t about to regain the use of her knees any other way.
Three
T he coffee shop turned out to be just around the corner from the Logan Corporation. There were tables outside the shop for those who felt like facing the brisk early December afternoon. In deference to the weather, Eric selected one inside for them. It was close to the window so that they still had a good view of all the foot traffic on the busy thoroughfare.
Eric waited until they were both seated and facing each other across a small, round oak table before he said anything beyond asking her what kind of coffee she felt like having.
He watched her take a delicate sip. Jordan’s sister had nice features, he decided, but someone needed to introduce her to makeup.
Still, he knew a great many women who, deprived of their paints, powders and brushes, looked far less attractive than Jenny did. There was something to be said for that.
“So, is this what you do?” Eric asked.
With Eric so close, at times brushing against her in this crowd, it was all Jenny could do to focus on what he was saying, to put one foot in front of the other and keep walking. Thinking was out of the question, so she hit on the first thing that came to her mind.
“You mean badger men?”
He laughed and though it was dangerous to her newly returning sanity, she allowed herself to absorb the rich sound and bask in it for a moment before, once again, reminding herself that this was not about her long-standing infatuation with Eric, it was about the charity.
Ah, but charity begins at home, a tiny voice whispered, and wouldn’t you like to take him home?
Jenny shifted in her seat, as if to physically get away from the thought that neatly tucked itself under the heading of impossible dreams.
“No,” Eric said, “I meant fund-raising.”
Holding her gaily decorated cup in both hands, she stared into the light chocolate liquid, making a deliberate effort to avoid his eyes. If she looked into them, she knew she could easily get lost. And without a lifeline or compass to guide her, she might never be able to find her way back.
“No,” she replied, raising her voice above the murmuring din. “I’m an attorney.”
Eric cocked his head and looked at her, as if absorbing the information and trying to apply it to her. “Really.”
It sounded as if it was half a question, half a statement uttered in disbelief. Obviously her big brother didn’t talk to Eric about her. Not that she would have expected him to, she supposed. When handsome men in their prime got together, siblings were probably the last things they talked about.
From some automatic pilot region that was usually tapped into only when her mother was around, Jenny felt her backbone stiffening.
“Yes, really.”
She saw amusement curving his mouth. Did he find lawyers amusing, or just the idea of her being one?
“Which firm?” he asked.
“Advocate Aid, Inc.” There was a touch of pride in her voice as she told him. They were an incredibly small group, numbering four now that Russell had bailed on them. But they were a proud group nonetheless.
Eric really hadn’t expected that. He’d thought that Jennifer’s father’s connections would have placed her in some highbrow law firm, the way they had Jordan. He tried picturing her in less than affluent surroundings and came up short.
“Why?”
Jenny’s back became ramrod straight. This she was accustomed to. Being challenged. For a moment, she forgot that a glance from Eric Logan’s soft brown eyes could melt steel pins at a hundred paces. Her protective nature came out, the same nature that allowed her to champion so many
