"That's Senator Rick to you," he said and flashed a grin that helped him win the office. And my trust when I was fifteen. "You haven't changed a bit."

"Haven't I?" Lunch began a steady climb up my throat, and I forced a swallow.

I knew seeing him again was a definite possibility when I came to D.C. for the internship, but I refused to ignore my dream just because of a possibility. I knew Rick's true colors he kept hidden behind his political persona, and those same ...