“You called Isaac,” Parker said when he walked into the apartment.

     Talia looked up at him and bit her lip. “I did,” she said. “But before you get mad, I didn’t say anything about what happened. And I did it because I knew you wouldn’t say anything to defend yourself.”

     Parker sighed. “I’m not mad,” he said, walking over to where she was seated, working on her miniature diorama. He leaned down and kissed her. “I’m grateful. Thank you. What you said to Isaac helped.”

     Talia grinned up at him. “So, they’re going to let you do the article?”

     Parker nodded. “They are.”

     “That’s so great,” Talia replied. “So it...