21. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
“Really, nothing?” I stare at the app’s mailbox. “What the frick?”
Biting my lip, I do what I said I wouldn’t.
I scroll the app in search of a man who might have the same relationship goals.
A part of me is thinking each guy on here is a perfect ten and out of my league. But…
No.
They’re…ordinary.
I sigh, “Even this guy doesn’t want me?”
I’m tempted to send a message, what the heck?
Feeling deflated, I close the app.
Maybe it’s for the best.
I can’t get sex with Eoghan out of my damn mind. I still feel him inside me. Still feel his lips on my skin.
With his brother’s case dismissed, all I have on my plate are bullshit indictments that won’t get me noticed. I’d wanted to sulk for a few weeks before the new year, just zone out at my desk and daydream of Eoghan fucking me while listening to hot and steamy romance audiobooks with my earbuds.
Now I have to spend my days babysitting another attorney.
But damn, I want to crush the Borgia Cosa Nostra. And don’t want help.
I’m like my father, according to Mom. He was a stubborn, uncompromising lawyer, too. Damn, is that why I’m attracted to Eoghan, the cocky attorney? My dad was a powerful lawyer with a top firm in Reno. He passed five years ago. He was my hero. The lawyer I wanted to be. Dad sent both Daniel and me to law school.
It pains me that Mom isn’t over his death. One day, I hope I can find the kind of love they had.
Sliding on a night gown, I plop back into bed and click around my channels until some sitcom I’ve seen dozens of times numbs me into a deep sleep.