log photo wa

ghtly around Jessica' s waist. Her head was on his shoulder, her e

hometown sweetheart, Jessica Miller. Is

ns. Colleagues sent pitying glan

of apology and triumph. "Clara, I'm so sorry. I have no idea

s glass-walled office.

" he asked, his v

Ethan, of

w tight. "You were jealous. You saw us ta

hree years of living in a tiny apartment, of pretending my family didn't

s foundation had the only cure: an exclusive clinical trial. The price of entry was simple. He had to be f

a clever, ambitious girl from a mid

the night I pulled him into my world to save his, she was supposedly mugged. The story was she was left with chro

e, believing her l

lara. You have one more year to make this man trus

at Ethan, at the man whose life

t do it,

said, turning back to his