She left, and I grabbed my phone to text Kane.
Me:Hey, K. Not sure how you’re going to like this, but I agreed to co-counsel on that case. I hope you aren’t too pissed. Felicia needs me, and it didn’t feel right to dismiss it.
My hands shook after I hit send, and I took deep breaths. Damn anxiety was killing me as I waited for his response. The anticipation almost became bad enough that I took a Xanax. But I didn’t. I tried to only take those when it gotreallybad.
When my phone buzzed, the shaking only increased as I went to open the message.
Kane:As much as I hate those fuckers, you’re doing your job, Rye. How could I hate you for that? We going to your place or mine 2nite?
Just like that the discussion was closed.
Me:You’re kind of incredible sometimes. I’m glad you aren’t mad. We can go to mine if that’s ok.
Kane:Only sometimes?
I smiled as I texted him back.
Me:Yeah, you’re an asshole the other times.
After putting my phone to the side, I opened up a new document on my laptop and started typing the Entry of Appearance for the judge. Once a case had already been entered into, any new counsel had to be approved before they could join. The entry was usually always accepted, but it was required anyway for the record.
My phone buzzed again, and my fingers twitched to grab it, but I refrained. Work first. Play later. When I finally checked it, my stomach did a little flip.
Kane:Yeah, but you love me and my asshole ways.
Wasn’t that the truth? He didn’t actually meanlove; it was just one of those things people said, but it still affected me nonetheless.
Me:Maybe ;) now stop distracting me.