By the time I get back to Darby, it’s evening already. I climb the stairs to the third floor with the usual amount of trepidation. Lately, I’m always listening for Luke’s key in the lock, so I can accidentally appear on the landing at the same moment. Subtle of me, I know. Tonight, though, I hit it just right. Luke is walking out of our bathroom and unable to reach the safety of his closed bedroom door before I arrive. “Hi,” I say quietly. “Hi.” He jams his hands in his pockets. “If you had anything to do with the job offer I just got, I appreciate it.” “What job offer?” I say stiffly. He
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