Chapter 22
Lucius
As we sit across from each other in the limo, I study Juno.
Her assist at the meeting was amazing. I was caught off-guard by it, even though I shouldn’t have been. She has a razor-sharp mind and an obvious love for plants. In my defense, even a trained botanist might not have been able to spout off facts about Florida’s native flora so easily.
“Are you sure about going for that Botany degree?” I ask as the limo starts moving.
“Why?” She looks squinty all of a sudden. “You don’t think I can finish it?”
Fuck. Have I put my foot in my mouth? “I view degrees as a means to an end,” I say carefully. “Usually, the end is something to put on your resume. So what I meant was: are you sure you need to learn more about plants for the job of your dreams? Based on what you did a
