"That's Senator Rick to you," he said and flashed a grin that helped him win the office. And my trust when I was fifteen. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Haven't I?" Lunch began a steady climb up my throat, and I forced a swallow.
I knew seeing him again was a definite possibility when I came to D.C. for the internship, but I refused to ignore my dream just because of a possibility. I knew Rick's true colors he kept hidden behind his political persona, and those same shades were a vivid reminder of my past. He had spun the color wheel too fast, when I was too young, and the resulting streaks couldn't be erased.
Like Her Number. Mom's email subject line invaded my head while I stared up at Rick, and I wondered if Her looked like him.
Charlotte rested a protective hand on my shoulder. The
