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into the fantasy only added fuel to the fire.
    “How is Kieran, Mr. Roscoe?” Ms. Beyer asked, placing the heavy briefcase strap over her shoulder.
    “You knew he had a boyfriend, Lore?” Kathy asked, a pout that wasn’t as good-natured staining her tanned face this time.
    “Yes,” Ms. Beyer, Lore, replied economically. Nolan could see she didn’t want to engage the woman in a discussion, but wondered if her avoidance of conversation applied to just Kathy or everyone. Maybe she would indulge him.
    “He’s well,” Nolan replied, walking her out of the office, leaving the chattering women behind with Wayne. “How do you know Kieran?”
    “We are in a yoga class together.”
    “Which one?” Nolan asked with a small chuckle, thinking of his fitness-loving artist. “Kier would live at the yoga studio if he could.”
    “Well, I do not wish to live at the yoga studio, so I only go on Sundays.”
    “How did you know Kier was my boyfriend?”
    “He brags about you when we talk after class.” She smiled what was probably the first full smile he had ever seen on her. She was glorious. “It’s rather sweet how proud he is of you and your work.”
    Nolan’s mind began to connect the dots as to who this woman was. For as Kier liked to brag about Nolan, he also liked to talk about the sexy, raven-haired goddess with the slim frame and lips so red he wondered if they tasted like cherries. A woman who only attended the Sunday classes.
    They reached the elevator, and she stuck her hand in his direction. “Thank you so much for all your help on this case. Let me know if you need anything else from me pertaining to the details.”
    “Of course.” He grasped her hand, not letting go once their polite shake was done. He didn’t rub her skin as he desired to, thinking it would be inappropriate, especially so soon after a sexual harassment case. But he wanted her to know he was there to support her, in at least a friendly manner. “I’ll tell Kieran you said hi.”
    “Oh, yes, please.”
    “Actually, Ms. Beyer, may I call you Lore?” She nodded. “Would you like to come over and have dinner with Kieran and me? Just a friendly get-together.” He let go of her hand at her surprised yet playful expression, knowing when to push his luck and when to pull back.
    “I don’t know if that would be suitable.” She adjusted the strap on her briefcase as the elevator signaled its arrival. He stepped in with her, intending to walk her down to the lobby. The doors closed, and they were alone. The room filled with her scent, and he became hyperaware of the sweet aroma of cinnamon. He thought it was an interesting choice of scent for the woman; she seemed more a lilacs-and-violets type of person with all her contained control. Perhaps she was wilder than she let on, desiring darker and more exotic fantasies than she’d have the outside world believe. “You are my lawyer.”
    “Well, not technically. I was just assisting in a case with your lawyer. A case that is now over. Kieran would love to cook for you. I’m pretty sure he’s mentioned you after his class a time or two. I just didn’t realize it was you until you mentioned the yoga. He loves cooking for guests. I promise it will be decent, appropriate fun.” The door opened to the lobby, and he gestured for her to precede him.
    “I’ll have to think about it,” she said with a nod, her small heels clicking against the pristine marble floor of his building. The wide glass doors ahead of him signaled the end of his short moment with her. He didn’t want it to end. He couldn’t wait to tell Kieran of this interesting development. “I’ve been rather busy lately.”
    “With what, if you don’t mind my asking?”
    “Packing up my parents’ house before selling it. I’ve been procrastinating for a long time now.”
    “Sounds like a big job. Need any help?”
    “Thank you but, no, it’s something I have to do on my own. Please tell Kieran I look forward to