Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 738(@200wpm)___ 590(@250wpm)___ 492(@300wpm)
“Maybe, I don’t know. Probably,” Judge answered. “It isn’t chauvinistic, or it isn’t intentionally or maliciously so. It’s just the way he was raised. What I’m saying is, if she were to go back, he wouldn’t step in to stop it, but he wouldn’t like it.”
“For her or any woman?”
“Definitely her, because he sees Alex as vulnerable now. But probably any woman.”
She looked back to the view on another “Hmm” and sip of wine.
“Chloe,” he said her name in a warning tone.
“They were cute together.”
They were, when they were flirting at the Raven.
Judge would never have called that, but seeing it, the tentative way Alex was connecting with Rix, because he was obviously her type, she was not his, but they had a ton in common, it had seemed awesome.
Natural even.
Especially since Rix was that guy. A protector. A provider.
Alex didn’t need that, in all but the ways that, regardless of Rix’s physical condition, he’d be able to give it.
A societal and emotional buffer.
Rix was outgoing, and since she wasn’t, he’d move mountains to make sure she was comfortable, to stand between those situations and her, or represent for the both of them when that needed to happen.
Judge had never thought of it like that, but in those senses, it was a match made in heaven.
He had to admit they were also cute as fuck, cat and mousing it all over the offices the last few workdays while they’d been getting ready for their trip tomorrow.
Judge wanted to think it was just that Rix was a natural flirt, it was friendly and harmless.
But he’d worked with the guy for years now, and while doing it, Rix had worked alongside a number of women at the store, subordinates, and up in the corporate offices, women who were his superiors, and Judge had never seen him act like he’d been around Alex this past week.
He was friendly with all his co-workers, he’d joke around.
But he wasn’t teasing or playful…which was also part of that more that Judge had been noticing.
Still more of it was that heated look they’d exchanged at their lunch last Tuesday.
That was definitely more.
It could be Rix was putting additional effort into it because Alex was a hard nut to crack. Even in the beginning with Judge, she was quiet, reticent, and only really bloomed when she was in her element with the program, dealing with the volunteers, teachers, and mostly the kids.
He liked her because she was dependable, crazy organized and excellent at what she did.
But it had taken a lot of flights together, traveling to take the kids on hikes or to meetings in schools that he finally broke through and got to know her a little better.
And that was only a little better.
He studied his woman’s profile.
Then he said, “You hatch a plot, you might regret it.”
“I also might not,” she replied, then took another sip of wine, and he sensed she wasn’t considering whether or not to hatch a plot, she was already plotting.
“This is my best friend we’re talking about, doll,” he said gently.
She looked to him again. “Indeed, so isn’t it time he found someone to make him happy?”
“How do you know that will be Alex?” he asked.
“How do you know it won’t be?” she returned.
“It’s a risk. A big one.”
She had an answer to that too.
“Life’s a risk, mon beau. A big one.” She leaned over the arm of her chair and caught his forearm. “Honey, he’s downing every beddable female in a six county area. You told me he was not like that before the accident. You told me it was Peri and only Peri, he didn’t even look at other women. You didn’t know him before Peri, but you two have shared, and from what he’s told you, you know he was a relationship guy. She shredded him when he was at his lowest point. I may be playing armchair psychologist, but I don’t think it takes a degree to see this change of behavior has some impetus. It could be he’s proving the man he is even if he’s lost his legs. It could be he’s living his best life because he had a near-death experience. It could be he’s acting out some revenge against Peri. What it isn’t, is the real Rix.”
Judge had not thought of any of this before Chloe, but settling down, finding his one, he’d thought of it. Because Rix had found his one, and then he lost her.
He’d also talked to Chloe about it.
“I mean, for heaven’s sake,” she continued, “he had a quickie with the flight attendant on your dad’s plane when we were flying to Texas for your mother’s funeral. We all had our minds elsewhere back then, but that was incredibly inappropriate.”
“It was,” he muttered. Then he stated straight, “But Chloe, these are big issues to tackle, and they’re Rix’s to tackle. Anyone attempting something like that will need support. And I can speak from experience, having a good woman at your back when life punches you in the throat is the way to go.”