"Sorry." She shrugged. "Work's hard but I hang onto my Sundays. My family thinks I have an uncontrollable addiction to the game."
"I'll bet you have brothers who are pigskin hounds," he guessed.
"No. Just a dad I idolized who taught me everything there was to know about it."
"In that case, I'll drink a toast to him." He lifted his glass, tilted it slightly and took a deep swallow. "So how come you only get Sundays to yourself?"
Sarah sipped her wine again, savoring the smooth taste of the reisling. "Law school. Grind, grind, grind." She chuckled. "I figured out they think if they don't kill us we'll survive in the legal world."
He lifted his eyebrow. "You don't even get Saturdays off?"
"Ha! Saturdays are no different than Wednesdays when you're a law student, except you spend them in
