Studying cases of workers suing their employers over avoidable incidents had led Rob to want to help everyone avoid those incidents in the first place, workers and employers alike; so, this job had been exactly what he was looking for. And his coworkers had only sweetened the pot; Buffy might be hands-off, between her husband and the constant "meetings" with Dean Smith (which fooled exactly nobody), but she still brightened the department considerably.
Then, there was Angela. Gorgeous, fun, smart, and not looking for a commitment-- exactly what he needed after the debacle of his last divorce, the sting of which had only recently faded away. They hooked up when they wanted, hooked up with other people if they wanted to do that, and had a great time in the process. A really great time; she was creative with more than just her music.
And judging from her grin and the completely unsubtle euphemism (so blatant, he wasn't even sure that could count as a euphemism), tonight would definitely not be a disappointment. "Great; glad I can fill in that opening for you," he replied with a mischievous wink. "Say, about seven-ish?"
He leaned back and glanced over at Gwen. "Are you going to be home tonight, or do you have plans?"