The First Law of Love by Abbie Williams

Author:Abbie Williams [Williams, Abbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Minnesota, Montana, reincarnation, romance, true love, family, women, Shore Leave
Publisher: Central Avenue Publishing
Published: 2014-06-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The next afternoon, after spending the morning worried sick about my lost earring which I was sure Case was going to find in his bed, I met Al at the law office, where he was already busy going through stacks of files, papers sprawled everywhere. The window fan was cranked high and the radio was playing a country station, the same one that I routinely listened to in my apartment.

“Hi,” I said, lifting my sunglasses to the top of my head. My desk was untouched, other than the usual stacks that I had put there.

“Hi, Tish,” Al said, nodding towards Mary’s desk. “There’s the pie I promised.”

“Yum,” I said, gravitating to a paper plate and fork. “Thanks.”

“Thank you for coming in today,” he said back. “I hate this sort of thing, going through supplies and cleaning out old files and all of that. Mary would help, but I feel guilty.”

“It’s no problem,” I said. “Besides, I won’t be here after tomorrow, for a couple of days.”

Al looked up; he was sitting on the floor. He said, “Oh that’s right. Bar exam. You’ll hit it out of the park, don’t you worry.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” I told him. “Just tell me what to do, boss man, and I’ll do it.”

Al put me to work on a stack of files in a cardboard box about as big as a refrigerator. I was glad I was wearing cut-off jean shorts and an old cream-colored t-shirt, my hair in a ponytail. I reflected as we worked, occasionally chatting, sometimes in companionable silence with only the radio in the background, that I truly enjoyed working for Al. He was a kind man, especially for a lawyer. It troubled me, perhaps unduly, that he had mentioned disliking Ron Turnbull. ‘Fairly despicable,’ he’d said, and that worried me. Al was fond of understating, as I had learned. What ‘fairly despicable’ would translate to if he were to speak forthrightly made my stomach cramp even worse.

It was getting to be after five, the sun angling over the building as it began its languid summertime descent, and my neck was aching, when I spied something that caught my eye. A file which contained copies of motions drafted by Al, from this past Christmas when Highland Power closed its door. I thumbed through these, not sure what I was searching for, when the words Redd Co. caught my eye; printed above their business logo was a red bull that I only remembered because it vaguely resembled the much better-known Merrill Lynch symbol.

Where have I seen this before?

“Hey, Al,” I called over to him. “Who or what exactly is Redd Co.?”

“I believe that’s the company that purchased Highland Power,” Al replied. “Last December. Little bull logo, right?”

“That’s the one,” I said. “I don’t know why that seems familiar to me.”

At that exact moment from the corner of my eye I saw Case’s big maroon truck glide unexpectedly into view, just outside the front window. Heart already throbbing, I watched him park just at the curb and everything within me sprang to instant, delighted life.

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