She also let him know that she’d talked to Diane, who was eager to help him find some good hires, and wanted to chat on the phone with him tomorrow about next steps. He was going to need to convince her that there would be a tomorrow for them. As the waiter cleared their plates, Smith gestured to the square where some kids were playing frisbee, couples sat on benches, and a statue of the Hidden Oaks founder presided over it all. “Soon, you’ll be able to dunk me there.” “Damn straight. You know you’re going down,” she joked. He leaned in closer to her, trailing his fingers down her bare arm in the way he knew made her shiver. “Speaking of going down, I don’t believe we’ve added that to our repertoire yet,” he whispered in her ear. He knew he was supposed to be serious, but hell, he loved teasing her. He adored flirting with her. He could not resist being playful. “Smith,”
