er I had cleaned up the dinner remna

lling the quiet house. Chloe was in the m

y mother said, as if surprised

designer bag on the floor. "I am absolutely starving, though. I missed y

. "Chloe, it's

Liam said, ruffling Chloe's hair. "Co

g down at her. He hadn't looked

allergy," I said quietl

fact they

dramatic. A little rash won't kil

is right. It's a small thing to do for your s

port. He just gave me a tight smile.

ke a cold, hard

steam from the shrimp and scallops made my eyes water. By the time I w

ing Chloe's stories about Los Angeles. No o

itching was unbearable, but

was for a highly competitive federal judicial clerkship in Washington D.C. A dre

itten months ago, my fingers s

licked "

ppeared on the screen. "Your a

Just a quiet,

compliant. They thought m

ng a battle I could never win. I was pl