housed in. He seems like a nice guy, family oriented. I know he plays in a band. They’re pretty good. I’ve seen them a few times. I don’t know much about him personally though.”
Atayla nodded her head absently. “He does seem nice.”
“What’s this all about? I watched the two of you talk for a while. Are you interested?” Abby arched a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
Laughing, Atayla said.
“Yes, actually, I am” She stopped walking and turned towards her friend. “I think we are going to go out on a date.”
Priceless. That was the only way to describe the look on Abby’s face. That is until she smiled and laughed like the devil.
“Oh boy, this means I finally get to take you shopping!”
Chapter Three
By Wednesday the next week Atayla was over her head in the new case files. It was like the flood gates had opened and a continuous influx of new clientele had been revolving through the office. Most were family law cases as usual, but some were contractual and required more research hours.
She knew when six o’clock had arrived because Bill came bustling out of his office, briefcase in hand to head home. He and the missus had had some marital problems of their own last year due to the hours he kept at work.
One of the efforts he made to salvage his marriage was always being home in time for supper. Last fall he decided to hire on a second assistant, Mandi McMinn. Because of this, he was able to focus mainly on strategy and court appearances versus doing research and referencing through the million plus tomes lining the bookshelves.
Now the dreaded bookshelves were solely she and Mandi’s baby. A person could literally get lost in legal jargon when searching book by book. It was enough to give her a case of the nerves.
She loved her job, honestly she did. It had its downfalls just like every other job, but those moments were few and far between. The whole office felt the impact when Bill lost a case, but luckily Atayla was extremely good at what she did and provided Bill with a means to win, so those losses were rare.
“Pack it up Tay, it’s time to go.”
“Yeah, yeah.” She said teasingly. “I feel like my piles of client folders are stacked so high they could collapse and bury me alive at any moment. Trust me, my staying late tonight would be a good thing. Besides, all I have to go home to is an empty apartment and an even emptier refrigerator.”
“Even so, you need to be able to walk away, so the stress doesn’t eat at you. I know I’m living healthier now that I work normal hours. I feel it too.”
“That’s only because you get more exercise with all those chores your wife gave you. Plus you eat healthy now since take out is off the menu.” Atayla shook her head. “It’s admirable that you made the effort to make your wife happy. You know all too well most people nowadays don’t give a damn about anyone but themselves.”
“Well, she always was the best thing that ever happened to me. She has had to make a few adjustments as well in order to make things work between us. It’s an effort we both have to make every day.” Bill said with a smile. “How about I give my lovely wife a call and have her set out an extra plate tonight. I know she would love to see you. She asked about you over the weekend, wanted to know what you were up to.”
“No, I already called in an order to The Sandwich Shoppe. Thanks for the offer though and tell Carla I may have some juicy gossip to spill over margaritas someday soon.”
“Oh, yeah? And just what might that be?”
“A date with a handsome man.” Atayla batted her eyelashes at Bill. “Want to hear all the girly deets?”
This caused Bill to laugh. “I think I’ll leave that for Carla, thank you very much. Though I am glad to hear you’re expanding your social horizons. Now go