when she saw the granola bars and fruit snacks hidden underneath.
 
 “I hope that’s okay. I was going to ask about allergies before I gave her
 
 anything.”
 
 “Yeah,” Taylor said tightly. “That’s fine.” She rubbed her hands on her
 
 jeans but not before giving a once over, like she just couldn’t believe this
 
 was the same person as the day before. “I better get to work out there. By
 
 tomorrow, we should have it all done.”
 
 “That’s great news.”
 
 /> Taylor gave Chloe a hug. Chloe squirmed, trying to get back to the bag
 
 of goodies. Taylor just grinned at her daughter before she walked off
 
 towards the back.
 
 “So?” Christina was basically just faking whatever confidence she’d put
 
 out there. She had no idea about kids. Her brothers didn’t have any. She’d
 
 been sent to boarding school growing up. She hadn’t had a normal
 
 childhood. She had no friends with children. She really had no friends in
 
 Austin, period. “What should we do first?”
 
 Chloe was apparently an easy child. She held up the paint book, but
 
 stayed silent, waiting for Christina to approve her choice.
 
 “Sure. That looks like a good one.”
 
 “Do you like to paint?” There was no doubt that Chloe was utterly
 
 adorable. Christina felt some of the nervous anxiety tightening her chest
 
 give way.
 
 “I do. I used to paint while I was growing up. When I was in school. Art
 
 was my favorite thing to do. I liked it much better than math and science.”
 
 “Craft and paint station is my favorite too!” Chloe exclaimed. She
 
 sobered as she looked down at the book, then held it out to Christina.
 
 “There’s only one. You can paint it if you want. I can color instead.”
 
 Christina was so touched that she felt moisture hovering on the
 
 periphery of her vision. Kids really were refreshingly innocent. Why
 
 couldn’t more adults be like this?