She relaxed against her pillows. “Chloe.” She paused, her hands still squeezing mine. “It’s nice to meet you, Chloe. Please tell me I’ll be meeting you again.” My hands squeezed hers right back, and I knew something. Just from her smile, I knew something. I liked her. I liked her a lot. “I hope so,” I said. “I really hope I’ll be meeting you again.”
