She reaches over and squeezes my hand. “What about you? Are you going to look for another job with the legislature now that you’re back?”

Even though she’s not asking to be nosy or mean, the question sends a current of revulsion through me. I have to remind myself that she doesn’t know why I left. “No. That’s the last thing I want to do. What about you? Are you going to start taking on clients again?”

“Gosh, no.” She glances over at Grace, happily snoozing in her chair. “I mean, we all know how much I hated being an attorney—”

“From the moment you left law school?”

She laughs. “Around that time.”

“You and Sophie both.”

Her mouth turns down and she glances away. “How is she, anyway? I realize I haven’t asked.”

“Honestly? We lost touch too.” I don’t want to explain that Sophie was the only one I told about what Senator Kelly had done and she not so subtly placed the blame on me. After that, I was done. She was between rehabs at the time, but I still haven’t been able to accept that as an excuse. “My brother still talks to her.”

A bolt of fear strikes me. Would she tell Alex? Did she already tell him? Until recently, I didn’t even know they were still in contact. Shit. Then again, she’d treated it like a joke. Maybe she doesn’t even remember my tearful phone call.

“Lilly, what’s wrong?” Hope asks.

“Nothing, sorry. I was just thinking. Alex said she’s been in and out of a few rehabs.”

“Jeez, I feel terrible I never realized how serious her drinking problem was.” She shrugs. “I chalked it up to her being a little wild in law school. Figured she’d settle down.”

The door in the corner opens and Rock steps into the living room.

“Hey, Lilly,” he greets.

“I didn’t even know you were home.”

“He comes in from downstairs a lot,” Hope explains.

“Is Z with you?”

“Nope. Not sure what he’s up to.”

Heidi and I share a look. Z said club business, but I suppose Rock might not be privy to whatever Z’s up to at the downstate clubhouse. Murphy’s helping Z out so he probably doesn’t check in with Rock about every little thing.

Club stuff is exhausting. I’m sort of glad it’s not my business and trust Z to tell me anything important.

“Pop-pop!” Alexa sings when she notices Rock’s home. He picks her up to say hello. Still holding Alexa, he drops down on the couch to listen to her and Chance. My son’s a little reluctant at first, but Rock encourages him to join them. I’m not sure Alexa appreciates the intrusion. I get the feeling she has a lot of “Pop-pop’s” undivided attention.