Last Breath by Charlotte Byrd

Author:Charlotte Byrd
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781632252913
Publisher: Charlotte Byrd

29

ERIN

Christopher raises his eyebrows and waits for me to elaborate. I dig into my salad instead.

“I’m looking for a job.”

“A job?” he asks, taking a bite of his shrimp and pasta plate.

“I’m looking to get back to work. I can’t be this…unemployed person anymore.”

“Well, you were never…unemployed.”

I stare at him.

“That’s a matter of semantics, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t everything?” he asks, his lips forming small dimples at the corners of his mouth.

“Of course. I forgot you’re a lawyer.”

“Shouldn’t it be to you as well since you’re here asking for your old lawyer job?”

“Seriously, though,” I say in an attempt to get this conversation back on track. “As you know, I quit back then because I was pregnant and quite sick. That didn’t go to plan. Actually, nothing about my marriage did. I should’ve gone back to work right away, but I didn’t. I guess I needed the time off. But I’m ready now.”

Christopher narrows his eyes. His furrowed eyebrows make a little crinkle right above his nose.

“You really want to come back?” he asks.

“Yes, of course.”

“We’d love to have you. Of course.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

A big smile sweeps over my face. “Wow, I thought it would require a lot more wooing, honestly.”

“You are a wonderful attorney, Erin. I was always sorry to see you go.”

I smile at him again. Christopher always knows just the right thing to say. Now, that the hard part is out of the way, I let out a big sigh of relief. I didn’t realize exactly how worried I was until this very moment. All the tension at the back of my neck seems to vanish.

I ask him more about his cases and he complains about the hours and the clients.

“You should try to take it easy,” I say. “You don’t want to get burned out.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’m a work hard, play harder kind of guy.”

“Oh, I know, I remember.”

“Remember those Vegas trips?”

“I have no idea how you managed to squeeze them in.”

I remember how after working eighty hour weeks for close to a year, he still made time to go fly to Vegas on weekends. This man didn’t seem to need time off.

“I don’t know how it was that you could work so much on so little sleep.”

“Caffeine, lots of caffeine.” He winks at me in that way that makes me think that there’s a lot more to his secret than that.

As we work on our food, I ask Christopher more about the job and tell him about how much I miss being useful and how nice it will be to have somewhere to go every day.

He listens carefully and nods and makes me feel better. I’ve never really told anyone this before. The thing about working is that it requires momentum. Once you are on the go all the time, rushing from place to place, eating lunch on the run, it gives your life a certain pace.

It makes you feel fulfilled and content or at least it fills up enough hours in the day that you don’t really notice whether you are either of those things.

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