Just the sound of her voice had my nerve endings waking up from the deadened state they’d been in since I’d walked away from this woman. I glanced around the front room. It housed a desk and a couch, but it still looked like there was some work to be done. The walls needed art, and the space could use a few more chairs.

“Crosby?”

My head snapped in Kenna’s direction at the sound of my name. Her tone was a powerful swirl of emotions, joy and pain, hope and fear.

“Hey, Brown Eyes.”

Lids lowered over that amber gaze for the briefest of moments before rising again. “Hey.”

I swallowed, searching for the right words. “This place is perfect.”

Her mouth curved. It wasn’t the full, uninhibited smile I loved so much, but it wasn’t the false one either. It was something altogether new. It was authentic, I realized. Kenna wasn’t hiding. Her hair was tied back in a loose braid, but the strands held a wave she rarely let free. She wore jeans and a casual t-shirt instead of a more formal blouse.

“I got pretty lucky.”

“I’d say.” I wanted so badly to pull Kenna into my arms, inhale her scent, to feel that sense of home. “I brought you an office-warming gift.” I held out the potted plant. “Bell said you like these.”

Kenna grinned, taking the pot from my hands. Our fingers brushed briefly, and it sent a shot of energy up my arm. From the look on Kenna’s face, she’d felt it, too. “I do, but only because they’re one of the few plants I’ve managed to keep alive.”

I chuckled. “Hard to kill is a good quality to have in a houseplant.” I lifted the drink in my hand. “Thought you might need a hit of hazelnut to keep you going.”

She set the plant down on the desk. “You’re a godsend. I feel like I’m running on fumes at this point.”

There were dark circles under Kenna’s eyes, ones I hadn’t seen before because I’d been too distracted by her eyes’ amber glow. “Can I help with anything?”

She accepted the offered latte and took a sip, letting out a little moan that went straight to my dick. “This is helping more than you know. And don’t you have court?”

I felt like the world’s biggest asshole in that moment. I hadn’t even kept Kenna up-to-date on the case. “The judge is ruling tomorrow.”

Kenna had stayed away from court for the past three days, but closing arguments had been made this morning, and Judge Moore had told us he would rule tomorrow. Hotchkiss had made a compelling statement to wrap things up, but I was still hopeful.

“Wow, I can’t believe this might finally be over. What time?”