Page 27 of Just for Her
“Are you kidding? She’ll probably send you a nice fruit basket or something for keeping me out of her hair while she crafts her best-selling novel.”
Allison’s tone was light, but I detected an undercurrent of disappointment there too.
“I like fruit. I should probably eat more of it.”
She smiled, as I’d intended. “Good. If I’m coming back tomorrow, I can arrange the contents of each file so they’re consistent, maybe even help with some of those to-dos.”
“That would be great.”
Allison did return the next day, and it was even better. Just having her around, being able to step out of my office and see her throughout the day, seemed to take a huge weight off my shoulders.
Which was probably why I decided to press my luck and ask her to come in for a few hours on Saturday too. I was going to be here, and I selfishly wanted her here with me.
She agreed without hesitation, adding apologetically, “I’m sorry I can’t stay later tonight. Miriam and I are going out to dinner.”
I hid my disappointment. I’d been toying with the idea of asking Allison out to dinner myself to show my appreciation. She’d spent the last two days working miracles.
It was probably for the best. As much as I enjoyed her company, I needed to keep things professional. I also needed to remind myself that Miriam was the reason Allison had come to Cecilton, not me.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’ve already gone above and beyond. Where are you going?”
“Someplace she’s been wanting to try. Mama C’s. It’s supposed to be really good. Do you know it?”
Oh, I knew it all right.
“Best Italian food there is.”
“Any recommendations?”
“I’m partial to the chicken piccata myself, but you can’t go wrong, no matter what you choose. It’s all good, trust me.”
Chapter Eleven: Allison
Even though I lovedItalian food and was looking forward to a nice dinner out with Miriam, I had to force myself out of the building. I liked it there. It was in my comfort zone, surrounded by law books and case files and court documents.
Paul’s office was much more laid-back than the DA’s office, for sure. I’d been able to do my thing at a comfortable pace without anyone screaming at me. Even better, Paul had recognized my efforts and actuallyappreciatedthem.
