Red Hot Valentine: Falling for Cupid Read Free

force it?
I’m not saying love should be easy, but happiness with the one you
love ought to be. Brad and I were content, but not genuinely happy
in a life fulfilled sort of way. He didn’t smile like a kid in a
candy store every day until he met Lisa. I don’t want to stand in
the way of that kind of joy. Plus, I’d like the freedom to find it
myself if I can.”
    His smile turned wistful. “Looks like you got
lucky twice, Mr. Burke.”
    “ Hell yeah.” Brad leaned in
and kissed my cheek, but he held firmly to Lisa’s hand.
    “ I’ll need a list of assets
and how you wish to divide them. Once I have that, I’ll have it
typed into the documents. You both will sign and I’ll submit it to
the courts. Typically there’s a thirty to forty-five day wait time,
but since you’re both signing the initials, we should get a date
before the holidays are over. If all goes well, you two will be
divorced by New Years.”
    Brad and Lisa exchanged an excited stare. I
found myself grinning with them, and it didn’t falter when Brad
kissed her.
    Our lawyer gave me quite the peculiar look at
that point, but it was hard to explain to anyone who wasn’t Brad or
me; even Lisa didn’t totally get our bond. We were peacefully
complicated.
    “ Do you have the paperwork
with you?” Brad sat back in his chair.
    Lisa’s features turned down. “Oh, Brad, we
have to go meet my mom, remember?” She seemed sad to tear him
away.
    “ If you trust me with your
Porsche, I’m sure you can trust me to write up the division of
assets.” I took a sip of my nearly cold beverage.
    He narrowed his gaze, assessing me. I almost
missed the spark of mischief in his depths. “Don’t let her take
Porschia, Valentine.”
    “ Such an original name,
right?” I snickered, meeting those clear blue-green eyes
again.
    They glittered like the sun reflecting off
the water. “Every man names his car,” he offered.
    I pursed my lips, considering him. “What’d
you name yours?”
    “ Red.” He didn’t miss a
beat.
    My expression fell. “Red?” I quirked a
brow.
    “ She’s fast, fiery and
red.” He shrugged, as if it should be a no-brainer.
    I looked deadpanned at Brad. There was no
inflection in my voice. “I see why you picked him as our
lawyer.”
    Sometimes men opened their mouths and you
just wanted to shove a sock in it before they could speak. This was
one of those moments...
    “ Yes, I picked him because
he named his car something obvious, and because I knew you’d go
goo-goo drooling over him.”
    Lisa and I both smacked him, stating in
unison, “Ignore him.”
    “ Hey! Ow!” Brad threw up
his hands in mock surrender.
    Lisa and I looked at each other and burst out
laughing.
    “ Great minds think alike,
right?” She wagged her brows.
    I nodded in agreement. “Darn right.”
    Mr. Dreamy spent the next five minutes
summing up each page Brad had to fill out and sign. Five minutes
later, Lisa and Brad said their good-byes and left.
    Suddenly, my nerves returned as I met his
intense gape, realizing all of his attention was on me, with no one
else to distract him.
    —
    Cupid
    I could kick my own ass right now. Rule
number one was and always is: never fall for the client. My second
rule went out the window somewhere between him introducing his
girlfriend and kissing her, right in front of his wife, who, if I
stood right now, would see that she’d given me a hard on without
even trying.
    What was it about this woman? Shit. Sadly, I
could already answer that.
    She was selfless. I could see on some level
that it hurt her to let go, but she did it anyways, with a smile.
Most of the couples I met spewed venom at one another until I asked
certain questions certain ways and made them think about why they
married in the first place. As the only divorce lawyer in town, a
damn good setup if I ever saw one, I could stipulate a waiting
period before I would file on their behalf. Typically I walked away
with half the fee, minus a few splurges to