The invitation came while I was still in court, my phone buzzing against my hip as I cross-examined a hostile witness. Three hours later, when I finally checked it, Caleb's message sat waiting:
Dinner tonight at Victor's. You still up for it?
I stared at my phone, torn between dread and curiosity. Meeting Caleb's real friends meant stepping deeper into his world. Still, I couldn't deny wanting to see that side of him.
What time? I texted back.
7:30.
I'll be ready.
When I arrived home, Caleb was already there, leaning against the kitchen counter in dark jeans and a charcoal henley.
"Hey," he said, eyes lingering on my court attire. "How was work?"
"Brutal." I slipped off my heels with a sigh of relief. "Defense counsel tried to exclude our key evidence. I spent three hours arguing p
