He hoisted her off her feet and bussed her.
"Whoa! Plop me down."
"Still don't think I'm vital enough to carry you?"
He clenched her a few inches off the ground.
She giggled. "No, I simply like to feel the floor under my feet."
He lay her down.
"Want to bypass the class and—" He bobbed toward the bedroom.
"Maybe later. We paid for the class, and I certainly do wish to find another career. Eve Wells can't seize many more weird litigations. Moreover, I think I'd relish the culinary arts."
"Even though my prosecution might make you an outstanding lawyer?"
"Especially so. I aspire it will be my final case, Ethan. The public will be embedding for the litigation. They want a fall dude, somebody to chastise. If I succeed in getting you off, and I intend to, I won't be popular."
"Crap. I'm sorry."
"I'm not. I truly want and prefer another job."
She gawked at her watch.
