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you to go over the details of the case until Monday. That should give you time to finish the last two cases on your current load. Once those are completed, you’ll be full time with Tina until this case has been settled. The plan is to rotate you through the partners until you’ve had at least one trial experience with all of us.”
    Standing, I offered my hand to Alec because even though I’d already said it, it was imperative that Alec understand how appreciative I was of this opportunity so early in my career. “Thank you so much for the chance to prove myself. I’m going back to my office to get things organized.”
    Alec nodded. “Nice work, Danielle.”
    The air around me felt lighter and there was a definite bounce to my step as I made my way back to my office. Over the next few hours, I made arrangements to handle my cases at times when it would have the least impact on the trial. Since both cases were being settled out of court, I hoped they would be over soon. Then I got to work on the divorce case. Before it was time to head home I read as much as I could, my goal being to be completely prepared when I met with Tina on Monday.
    It wasn’t until my phone beeped that I realized how late it was. Way too late to be in the office—especially for a Friday. Nate had sent me a message asking if I would be home for dinner. I sent a quick text back letting him know I was leaving in a few minutes. Before leaving, I made sure to collect all of the files for the new case. Even with all of the wedding planning we had to do this weekend there would still be time to go over the files.
    It hadn’t taken us long to figure out that we didn’t want a long engagement. Our parents were a little nervous about our plans to get everything done in six months, my mother being the worst—insisting that all the good establishments would be booked at least a year in advance—but I was determined not to wait that long to make Nate my husband. In my mind, I’d already waited long enough for him to propose. Thankfully, we’d found a beautiful place to have the reception and that finally got my mom on board with the “Get Married in Six Months” plan. She decided to stay home to help plan with the wedding and I was grateful because with me now working full time, I needed all of the help I could get.
    The humidity of the day smacked me in the face as soon as I stepped out of the car. Summer should have been over by now, but this was Georgia and all I wanted was the refuge of my air-conditioned apartment. One would think, growing up with them, that I’d be used to the late summers, but when you had to dress up regardless of how good you were at dealing with the heat, you were going to be uncomfortable. With sweat already starting to form on my brow and my bag heavier than normal, I trudged up the stairs and there was Nate, holding the door open. He smiled and even after all this time, it still made me feel a little weak in the knees. He reached out and took the bag from me.
    “How was your day?” he asked, planting a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.
    The cool air in the apartment helped to rejuvenate me from the heat. “It was excellent,” I called out on my way back to the bedroom—my clothes needing to go sooner rather than later. Stripping down to my underwear, I pulled on a short-sleeved shirt and pair of shorts. It was the most relaxed I felt all day. When I returned to the living room I noticed that the table was already set, with candles burning around the room.
    “What’s the occasion?” I called toward the kitchen.
    Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, while warm lips pressed to the back of my neck. “The occasion, my love, is that we are exactly four months from our wedding.”
    It felt so good to lean back and melt into his embrace. The thought of marrying such a romantic man made me excited to spend the rest of our lives together. Knowing Nate, he probably already had our first anniversary planned.
    “Now, do

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