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program at her school, even though he knew she didn’t like it. But he was raising her completely alone. He didn’t have any other choice.
    “Are we staying long?” she asked him. “I didn’t bring anything to do. I could play on your computer but you got mad the last time.”
    “I didn’t get mad,” he sighed. “I was just wondering how you got to CNN when I left you playing Sesame Street.”
    “I just wanted to know what it was. The guy on the TV keeps saying this is CNN.” She pitched her voice lower. “This is CNN. I didn’t know what it was so I looked it up. I don’t know why you got so mad. There was nothing on there but a lot of words.”
    Those words happened to be about sex slave trafficking, which she had asked him about for half an hour. He didn’t ever think he would be prepared to have “the talk” with his daughter, but he sure as hell didn’t expect her throwing out sex trafficking questions at five years old.
    “Well, I’d prefer it if you asked me questions instead of looking them up on the Internet.”
    “Okay,” she said. “But you get mad when I ask you questions, too.”
    “I do not.” He took her hand and led her to back of the small building where his office was located.
    “You do. You got really mad when I asked you what a drunk hussy was. Your face got red and you left the room and never told me what it was.”
    He did get angry that time. Mrs. Marsh liked to talk to her sister on the phone in front of Ruby about the antics of their niece. It wasn’t the first time, either. When he asked Ruby what she wanted to drink once and she said a tequila sunrise he had to ban all phone calls at his house.
    “It’s something you never want to be,” he said hoping she would drop it.
    But she was Ruby, after all, and she didn’t. “Like an entomologist. We learned about that in school yesterday. They study bugs. Did you know that, Daddy? That’s something I never want to be. I hate bugs. Is a drunk hussy a gross job?”
    “Please stop saying that, Ruby. And yes. They study throw-up and get really bad headaches and that’s the last thing you want.”
    “Oh.” She blinked up at him.
    “And we aren’t staying very long. I just need to get a file. Remember?”
    He saw the light on under Steven’s door and was surprised to see him there. But they both had big client meetings on Monday, and he knew his new partner liked to be as prepared as possible.
    “Hey, Steven. You studying for the big test?”
    A head popped up but it wasn’t Steven’s; it belonged to his intern instead. Molly Flanders wasn’t a typical intern. She was in her early thirties, a former teacher who wanted to change careers. He hadn’t paid much attention to her, other than to note that she was attractive. Short blond hair. Big friendly eyes. In good shape and very eager to learn.
    “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Lancaster! I didn’t hear you come in.” She stood up, dropping the plans she had been studying as if they were on fire.
    “Does Steven have you working on something for him this weekend? That seems a little harsh.”
    “No. But I did ask for permission to be here.” She picked up the phone. “You can check.”
    “Calm down.” He raised his hands in defense. She always seemed a little nervous around him. “You aren’t in trouble. I was just wondering why anybody would want to be hunched over plans on a Saturday afternoon.”
    “These are your plans,” she said, blushing. “Of that department store you designed in Toronto. We talked about your former firm in class last week and I wanted to see what you did up close. You have done some amazing work.”
    “Oh.” He had to admit he was a little flattered. “Well, you don’t have to come in on a Saturday to do that. You can ask me about my work anytime during business hours.”
    She smiled prettily at him. “That’s very nice of you to offer, Mr. Lancaster.”
    “Please call me Carter. You’re making me feel like an old man.”
    Molly’s