“It’s not in my nature to back out.”
Seth lifts his eyes and gives me a faint smile.
“I don’t even have a guest room,” he says, calmly now.
“We can always share your bed.”
His face turns purple.
“If we’re going to pretend to be together, let’s do it right,” I hasten to say before it gets any more uncomfortable for him.
“I don’t even have a room to myself. I sleep on the sofa bed in the living room.”
“I can manage for a while.”
“A while… How much exactly?”
“I don’t know, Seth. Let’s try to take it one day at a time.”
“One day at a time. I can do that.”
He finally smiles at me again; his eyes, now clear of the storm; the dimples forming at the corners of his mouth; the hope shining through his face, which has returned to its natural colour.
I really hope he can make it because I am not so sure anymore.
“DO YOU HAVE ANY plans for tonight?” I ask Paul when I come back to the firm.
“That depends. What do you have in mind?”
I walk into his office and sit opposite to him. “I need some help boxing up a few things.”
Paul looks at me doubtfully.
“I’m moving in with Seth.”
“You… what?”
“We went to meet Judge McDonald this morning.”
“Why?”
“He asked for a private meeting.”
“And I’m just finding out now?”
“I wanted to avoid this reaction.”
“Did you go to a meeting with the judge handling your case alone?”
“I’ve been there with Seth.”
Paul looks at me sideways. “I mean, without your lawyer.”
“I didn’t think I needed a lawyer.”
“And it was the judge who demanded that you move to your client's house?”
“The judge offered Seth a deal.”
