now while leaning against the doorjamb, he was stationary sex appeal. The man was definitely all of that and a bag of chips. A big bag of chips. The spicy-hot kind.
As she got her wits back she noticed he held two things in his hand – his briefcase and a huge white paper bag. The aroma of food suddenly flooded her chambers. “Jordan? What are you doing here? Didn’t you get my message about dinner at my place being canceled?”
His smile immediately igniting every female part of her body. Her breasts suddenly felt tender, and the area between her legs got warm. With shaking fingers she placed the papers she had been reading aside.
“Yes, I got it and completely understood. I called and spoke with Ruth a few hours ago and she mentioned that chances were you would be staying late tonight. So instead of you feeding me, I decided the decent thing to do, Your Honor , was feed you.”
Dominique thought of the breakfast that he had prepared for her that past Saturday. “You’ve fed me once this week. I already owe you a meal.”
“I’m not keeping tabs, Dominique. Besides, all I did tonight was order take out at Sharkey’s.”
She raised a brow. “When did Sharkey’s start doing take out?”
His smiled widened and she felt it all the way to her toes. “Actually they don’t. Someone I know has connections and arranged things for me.”
“Oh.”
He walked into her chambers, closing the door behind him with his foot. “So I’m ordering you to take a break and eat.”
Because she was hungry, he really didn’t have to order her twice. She stood to remove the papers off her desk. “I really appreciate this. I was just thinking about calling Michelle and asking her to bring me something. You’re a lifesaver.”
He placed the food on her desk. “No, I’m not. I would have used any excuse to keep our date tonight.”
She lifted her head to stare at him. The thought that he had wanted to spend the evening with her touched her. “You’re sharing dinner with me?”
He grinned. “Yes, and don’t worry, I brought enough if you’re feeling somewhat greedy and concerned with sharing.”
She chuckled as she pulled the containers from the bag. “No, that’s not it. In fact I’d like the company.”
“Good. And afterwards while you read whatever it is you have to read, I have some papers I need to read as well.”
She lifted a brow. “You’re sticking around after we eat?”
“Yes. I don’t like the idea of you going to your car late at night alone, so I plan to stay here, then walk you out.”
Dominique smiled, once again touched by his concern. “I’ve worked late at night several times. The parking lot is well lit and there’s security on duty. I’ll be fine.”
“I’m making sure of it, Dominique.”
“Thanks.” She tried to remember if Kenneth had ever bothered to show up at the courthouse late at night, concerned for her safety, and couldn’t think of a single time he had done so.
While they ate they talked about everything other than work. He had listened while she had told him about her parents and grandparents and how her grandfather’s family had once owned most of the land surrounding International Drive.
“It’s amazing when I hear people talk about what a small town Orlando used to be before Disney World came to town. It doesn’t sound like the same place.”
Jordan nodded. “London is still pretty much a small town. Hell, it’s so small there’s a man who delivers milk each day, and the doctor still makes house calls on occasion. It’s country but pleasant. More and more of the young people are moving back home to escape the rat race of the big cities.”
Later, after disposing of their garbage, Jordan took a seat on the sofa that rested on the other side of the room and pulled out the papers he’d brought along from his briefcase. Dominique resumed reading the legal papers about the Fairchild case.
She thought it was nice having him share her space and wasn’t