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“I also think I’m a better writer now.” I look down at the book I’m reading. It was a great quick read, and halfway through, it had given me that feeling.I think I could do this. I think Iwantto do this.“Maybe I should try again.”
“Of course you should,” he says. “You’ve got more time on your hands now, too. You don’t have a wedding to plan.”
“Well, that’s definitely true.”
“Until you get married for real the next time. To the math teacher at your school, right?”
I use the paperback to smack him on the shoulder. He laughs, raising an arm in defense, and the sound makes me smile. “I should never have confessed that.”
“Think you’ll go out with him when you get back to Washington?”
“No, of course, not.” I shake my head and lean back in the lounge chair, stretching out my legs. “I don’t want to date someone at work. Can you imagine how awkward that could be?”
“Yes,” he says. “I can.”
That makes me look over. “Sounds like you’ve got a story.”
“Not particularly.”
“Phillip.”
He sighs. “During one of my early years as a legal intern, I dated another intern.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah. Didn’t go great when she decided she was more interested in her roommate than me.”
“Her roommate?”
“Yes. He was steady, dependable. Didn’t work too much and always answered the phone.”
I frown. “What, as opposed to you?”
“Yeah. I haven’t always been the best partner, Eden.” He runs a hand through his hair and adjusts his sunglasses. With them on, I can’t see his eyes. I can only read his expression from the movement of his jaw. “None of my exes were okay with my work days occasionally running to midnight.”
“But that goes in phases, right? Like when you’re deep into a mergers and acquisitions negotiation. It doesn’t happen on a normal Tuesday, right?”
He turns to me. “You remembered what I work with?”
“Yes,” I say. I had googledm&athe other night while in bed. Read up on the firm he worked for, too. I’d even googled his name.Phillip Meyer.But I hadn’t found much. Seems like social media isn’t his thing. “It sounds interesting.”
“You mean that?” he asks.
“Yeah, I do. Even if you never go to court.”
“Rarely,” he agrees. “I mean, I definitely have.”
“I bet you were the hottest lawyer that day.”
He chuckles, just like I’d hoped, and runs a hand through his hair again. It seems like he does that a lot when he’s flustered or taken by surprise. “I couldn’t say.”
“Don’t be modest,” I coo. I lean back in my lounge chair and open up my book again, still smiling.
Beside me, Phillip flicks some sand off his forearm. “So?”
“So, what?”
“Are you planning on dating when you get back home? Math teacher or someone else.”
