“Want to grab some lunch?” Diamond smiled as Caleb Green came to stand next to her as she snapped her briefcase closed.
“Consorting with the enemy?” she asked the assistant Commonwealth’s Attorney.
“We could never be enemies, Di.” Although he had been flirting with her the last couple of months, she had yet to accept one of the many dinner invitations he had issued. Caleb was good looking, always impeccably dressed and he was a constant gentleman, opening and closing doors for her.
She didn’t know why she wasn’t attracted to him, but she wasn’t. He had the same attitude as several of the men she had dated in the past; perhaps she was simply saving herself the inevitable heartbreak in becoming involved in yet another relationship that had the same markings of failure.
“So, do you want to grab some lunch?” Caleb asked again, holding the door to the courtroom open as they walked through it into the busy hallway.
“Sounds good, I’m starved.” Diamond felt his eyes running over her body, but refused to let it bother her. She was tall at five-nine and wasn’t model thin. She had learned long ago that she was never going to be skinny with her love of cooking and food. Diamond liked to think of herself as curvy, not fat, and from the way Caleb was eyeing her breasts under the demur blouse she was wearing, she thought he would agree with that assessment.
Walking across the street once they were outside, they entered the diner to find it packed. It was the lunch hour and the diner had good food, therefore it took several minutes before Caleb managed to snag them a table.
Taking their seats, they sat down across from each other. Diamond picked up the menu to study it while Caleb ordered drinks for both of them.
Trying to decide between the fried chicken or a healthy salad, she wasn’t paying attention to the other customers in the restaurant when Caleb’s low voice drew her eyes away from the menu, “I see one of your former clients is here.”
“Who?” Diamond asked, looking up from the menu.
“Winter Simmons. She’s sitting over there in the corner with that biker gang she runs around with now.”
“It’s not a gang, it’s a motorcycle club,” Diamond corrected.
“There’s a difference?” Caleb asked snidely.
Diamond gave him a sharp look. “Yes, there a difference.” Diamond made herself take a deep breath, calming herself against Caleb’s prejudice.
It was exactly because of the same ill-informed prejudices that her childhood had been made miserable. As she had grown older, she had placed distance between herself and her parents’ club. Her parents had been together for almost thirty-five years, and while she did not agree with their lifestyle, neither did she call it something it wasn’t. She had been raised with the motorcycle club, learning the hard way of the contempt that people viewed them with.
When she had graduated college she had moved back home, but grew tired of the judgmental attitude of everyone who was aware of her parents’ connection to the Destructors. Especially since the club made regular use of her services without paying for them, and becoming a regular pain in her ass, Diamond had decided to move to Treepoint. She had wanted a fresh start, yet still be close enough to visit her mother.
Caleb gave her an inquiring look as the waitress arrived to take their order, diverting his attention from questioning her any further. Aware of Caleb’s judgmental personality, she ordered the chicken salad and sat back in her chair, unhappily staring at the nearby diner’s plates of fried chicken and biscuits, not surprised when he ordered a salad for himself. She was a better judge of character than he was, Diamond thought.
Her eyes surveyed the room, going to Winter Simmons’ table, who had been a client of Diamond’s only two months ago. Her fiancé, Viper, the president of The Last Riders, was sitting next to her at the largest table in the diner. Diamond also recognized Evie and Bliss, who had been at the school board meeting where she had represented Winter to regain her job as a high school principal.