I kissed his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his waist. “Are you hungry?”
“Starved.”
“Pizza?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I’ll order.”
I grinned. “Awesome.”
* * *
The pizza had justbeen delivered when Flash’s phone rang and he glanced at the screen, then frowned. “It’s Mack.”
“Answer it,” I said, as I pulled plates down from the cabinet.
“Hey, Mack. Yeah. Yeah, she’s right here, hold on.” Flash held his phone out. “He wants to talk to you.”
Mack was an officer for the club, and I didn’t know him well. I actually knew his wife, Darien, more because her daughter, Teagan, was in a couple of my classes, and Darien was really involved in the PTA.
“Hi, Mack,” I said.
“Hey, Tate. Are you still lookin’ for a job?”
I covered the microphone and whispered, “You told him I’m looking for a job?”
Flash shook his head. “No. Dad might have.”
“Ah, yes. I’m still looking for a job.”
“Any interest in working for me? I need a paralegal, like, yesterday.”
“Um, well, I’m studying for the Bar, so eventually, I’d want to move up.”
“Even better,” he said. “If you come work for me and it’s mutually beneficial, I’ll give you paid time off to take the Bar and hire you on as a junior associate.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Give me your email and I’ll send over an offer. I’d need you to start Monday. I’ll only need you in the office one day a week. I know you’re up in Vancouver, so that commute’s a bitch. You can work from home unless we need to meet, but I won’t be a dick about it. I’ll give you notice if you have to commute.”
I bit back tears. “Ah, wow. Sure, yes, send over the offer and I’ll have a look at it.”
“Great. You’re savin’ my ass, Tate. I appreciate it.”
I rattled off my email address, then we rang off, and I looked up at Flash who was lifting a piece of pizza to his mouth. “I think I might have just gotten my dream job.”
He grinned. “Yeah?”
I nodded. “You really didn’t say anything to him?”
“I really didn’t. But if he’s hurtin’ for help, then he would have told my dad, so it makes sense that Dad would have suggested he talk to you.”
“I should grab my computer.”
He nodded to my plate. “Eat, baby. You can check your email once you’re done. It’ll take him a minute to send it, anyway.”
The email came through less than an hour later, and I was a little shocked by the offer. Full benefits, a very loose schedule, provided I did my job and billed my hours, I could kind of manage my own time, and the offer to pay for the Bar and time off to study and take it.
I agreed immediately, falling into bed with Flash that night with a huge grin on my face and the weight of the world finally off my shoulders.
