He propped himself up on one elbow and looked into her eyes. Her hand dropped onto the mattress as she waited to see what he wanted to know.
“Why did you change your major? You always wanted to be an interior designer.”
Out of all the things she thought he might ask her, that hadn’t even made her top ten. She gave him a half smile. “I guess you could say that Max made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
Trent waited.
“A close friend of his family was a senior partner in a prominent law firm in the city. Max’s dad arranged an internship for him there. He pulled a few more strings and got me an entry-level job in the administrative department. It was mostly gofer work—getting coffee and making copies—but the chances to move up and make good money were too good to pass up. I’d learned the har
