The heavy richness of the meal had left me in a state of quiet contentment. After we cleared the plates together—Liam insisting on doing the heavy scrubbing since I had done the heavy cooking—he settled into the living room to catch up on the news he’d missed while working. I took my phone and retreated to the sunroom, the glass walls reflecting the soft interior light against the darkness of the woods outside.
I dialed the familiar number, and it picked up on the second ring.
"Tell me the emerald green looked as good on camera as I think it did," Jasmine’s voice crackled through the line, vibrant and warm.
I leaned back against the cushions, a real laugh bubbling up. "You saw the press conference?"
"Sarah, I had the livestream pulled up on my work computer, my phone, and I think I eve
