Secretly he loves it.

Loves the chance to passionately argue against idiotic depositions and lawsuits; to complain, whine, and moan about the inconvenience; to have everyone feel sorry for him.

And while he bitches about it being the forty third subpoena, he's also secretly loving the warmth of Donna's back under his hand as he signs his name; the gentle rise and fall of her breathing; the shiny gold hair sweeping across her neck.

Plus, if he gives her his sad puppy expression, Mrs. Landingham might give him a cookie. This week she has oatmeal raisin.

Roll on forty four.