Chapter 19
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He shakes his head at me. "You worry too much. Nothing is gonna happen if we go out together."
"You're the prosecutor for my client, I can't be messing around with you," I said as I looked into his beautiful green eyes. "Seth, we had fun, a lot of fun but it can't happen again." Never again.
He sighs and shakes his head. "Okay, fine. By the way, you I'll be wanting my slippers back." He looked angry and annoyed.
"I'll get your slippers back." I looked up at him, "Don't be angry at me just try and see things from my perspective."
"I'm not angry at you and I understand what you're saying but I think we would be great together." Did he really think that?
"I think so too but we can never be together." It was the truth. Prosecutors don't date Defenders. "I don't want a relationship. I'm not ready for a relationship." Relationships mean committing yourself to someone, subjecting yourself to get hurt down the line.
"We can be friends, we have fun together." We did but being friends with him as if dangerous as having a relationship.
"We can never be friends. We've had sex together. Amazing sex and if we are friends most likely we gonna want to go it again and again and before we know it boom, a relationship or one of us get hurts and I'm always that one."
"I understand." Looking over at the path at the persons running. "I'll like to get back my slippers though, it's my favourite one also my only one." He removed his hands from his pocket and start turning to leave.
"I'll make sure you get back your slippers. I promise." I watched as he began his run again. I could help but look at how his biceps were moving as he ran further away from me.
Seth freaking Parker.
We can't be friends. We can't be lovers. We can't be anything.
We won't ever have sex again which meant that they only thing I could do is stay up thinking about that magnificent night that we have because that's all it will ever be.
A night. One night.
"So, who is the new man in your life now?" Even though my mother moved from Ireland since she was in her teens she still had the stick Irish accent.
I rolled my eyes and looked across the table at the brunette, I've been told I look like all my life. "There is no man in my life, mom." Every time my mom and I had our once-per-month lunch she brings up something to do with relationships.
She hummed and looked down at her sandwich. "Your brother has a girlfriend. Her name is Zoe, a very pretty girl a nurse at the hospital he works." Telling me about Kyle and his new girlfriends was her way of telling me I need a man without saying it. If Kyle with his player ways can get a girl, why can't get a man?
I nod and took up my wrap. "Yea, I know. I saw her picture on his WhatsApp status with the quote, 'My love,'" I took a bite of my wrap. I didn't mean to sound cynical but everyone knew Kyle relationships never last for more than a minute.
"Oh, Kari. He's serious about her. I've never seen your brother looked at a girl that way."
"You mean like he wants to have sex with her?" I loved my older brother dearly, but truth be told, the man was a dog with women.
"Kari, he's in love with her. I know."
Since I still had food in my mouth, I nod.
"Kari, you need to get someone to love you." I rolled my eyes. Hear we go again. "You're not getting younger and I'm getting old. I will soon need some grandbabies."
"Mom, you're only 49 years old. You have plenty of time to get some grandbabies didn't you just say Kyle is in love."
"You know that's not I mean." I rolled her brown eyes at me, "It's unhealthy to live like you do."
"Mom, my life is not unhealthy. I am very healthy." I grew up with two parents who were doctors and they made sure that everything that was cooked and eaten was healthy. It's because of them that I barely even eat fast-food.
"You work long hours and then go to bars." I raised my eyebrows at her. How did she know I go to bars? "Yea, I'm your mother. I know everything."
"I don't always go to bars and I don't have a drinking problem if that's what you mean. I go to the bars to get clients." That was half of the truth. I went to bars because I liked the environment, for some reason people at their highest and weakest point makes me think.
She mumbles, "But you do work late."
I nod, "Mom, I'm a lawyer. My job is all about investing time to make sure someone's life is saved."
"You care so much about your clients but what about you. Don't you want to have a husband to be by your side? Some like your father." My father was a good father, but I don't think I could live with a man who was like my father. All he spoke about was sports and medicine, two things I was not interested in.
"I do want to get married, someday." Someday far from now.
"I was like you. I didn't want to get married, but I met your dad and that changed."
I laugh and shake my head, "Mom, you met dad when you were eighteen. What kind of marriage were you thinking about before age eighteen?"
She gave me the look and rolled her eyes. "Sweetheart, having a man is good."
"Not if they cheat."
She shakes her head then sip her smoothie, "If you keep going back to what happened with that loser, you'll never move on. Yes, so some man cheat but not all. There are pretty nice men in America and if you don't want an America man I can set you up with some Irish man." I laugh and shake my head.
