“Did someone put the thought in your head?” she demanded.
He snorted. “How did you know?”
“Because the last time we talked about it, you and I agreed you're doing a great job, but now you’re feeling like you’re moving sluggishly. Even my mom mentioned to me how much better you appeared to be.” Her tone was indignant, defensive.
“Well, she should know. She saw me at my worst, I suppose.”
“That’s an understatement, but that’s part of the job. Other than seeing them in court, it’s not typical for her to spend time with someone after their case has been more or less resolved.” He heard a clank and a meow. “Move, Tugger.”
He chuckled. “Is he getting in your face?”
“He’s on the kitchen counter knocking into my food.”
Devon groaned. “I hate that you’re eating dinner at almost midnight.”
“Not too much longer before it’s a thing of the past. Besides, I ate during my lunch break, so this is more like a midnight snack.”
He heard the cat again. “He just wants a nibble.”
“It’s never a nibble to him, it’s stealing the entire thing. And if I cave, he’s relentless the next time I eat.”
Devon chuckled at the frustration in her voice. “Hailey will love him.”
“Aw. I bet she will. We’ll have to let her meet him.”
Internally, he groaned. He wanted that. He wanted so much more, and it wasn’t exactly a shocking revelation. “When will I see you again?”
There was a pause followed by a shuffling of papers. “Okay, I have to work late tomorrow and Thursday. So, Wednesday or Friday. I’m on this weekend, also; day shift.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, to what?”
“Yes, to all of it. I want all your spare time.”
“I love the sound of that, Devon.”
“So do I.”
