Love Proof (Laws of Attraction) - By Elizabeth Ruston Page 0,88

Wednesday.”

“Did you hand in your resignation?”

“Not yet. I’ll do that on Wednesday, too.”

“Joe . . . ”

“It’s not fair to the clients,” he said. “We already have depositions scheduled. I want to make sure they’re covered before I leave.”

She understood his reason, and couldn’t object to it. Even though she hated to think of even two more days going by before he was free of the firm. A lot could happen in two days. She’d seen for herself how quickly a firm could go from viable and working, to crumbling and in disarray once the feds showed up at the door.

“Felix is pretty new,” Joe said, “so take it easy on him.”

“No promises,” Sarah said.

But the truth was, she doubted she would spend very much time with Joe’s replacement. She agreed with Calvin’s assessment of what would happen once the indictments hit the news: the firm’s clients would scramble to find new lawyers. There would be chaos for a few months while everyone sorted themselves out. And meanwhile Sarah and her team would be working at full speed to make sure Mason Manufacturing was dismissed from the case.

“I need to grab some dinner,” Joe said. “I’ll be right back.” He leaned over once again to whisper, “I want my hands on you, Henley. As soon as possible. Do you think that can be arranged?”

“Fairly certain,” she answered, once again trying to keep her face completely neutral. For her sake and for Joe’s. They didn’t need to work each other up right before a two-and-a-half hour flight. There would be time enough after that.

Just two more nights with him, Sarah thought, then she’d have to wait again until the weekend. She almost wished she had taken better advantage of all their weeks together.

But things had turned out the way they had for a reason, she remembered. Joe had only been waiting to win her back before quitting the case. So if he had convinced her sooner, he would have left sooner. What she should really be wishing, she thought, was that she hadn’t been so stubborn, just like he said. If she’d softened a little earlier, bent a little instead of so rigidly clutching on to her anger, she could have bought him a larger window of time in which to maneuver.

But whatever happened now, they would just have to deal with it—together. I’m with you, Joe. She meant that.

What that meant for their future at large, she couldn’t say. But she did know that for now, at least, she had tied herself to his fate.

She thought about how different she would have felt back in April if she’d had someone like Joe on her side. Someone to come home to that day, to pour out her heart to, to reassure her, to hold her. She knew Joe’s situation wouldn’t be that dramatic—he already knew what was coming, he just didn’t know when—but still, she was happy she could offer him the kind of support she wished she’d had herself.

She had no idea what his finances were. She had been caught in the middle of an upward climb, at a time when she’d been spending money—including sending some to her parents every month—instead of saving. If Joe had this much warning, maybe he had been able to set some aside. Or maybe he wouldn’t have to wait as long as she did before finding another job. The fact that he’d already been offered one was excellent news. Maybe the whole situation would be much easier for him.

Although she still wished he hadn’t turned the job down, whatever it was. Just one more consequence of her staying hostile to him for so long.

She could drive herself crazy with what-ifs.

“Where are you sitting?” Joe asked her when he returned. He bought a deli sandwich and a bag of chips he opened up and propped between their seats for her to share.

“Eleven-F. You?”

“Nineteen-B. Maybe we can find someone to switch.”

“No,” Sarah said, “just in case.” She glanced around the boarding area. She still didn’t see Marcela, but she wanted to be careful. They weren’t completely free yet.

“Are you checking into your hotel tonight?” Joe asked.

She had thought about that. In a way, she was wasting client money by checking into a hotel for whatever short period she’d be there, knowing she would spend the night with Joe.

“Maybe not,” she said. “I’m not sure yet.”

He turned and gave her a look. “I don’t want to act like you’re a sure thing, since I know how