I got up and walked over to greet my husband who had been away for a week and a half.
“Thank you, Q. I must admit, this suit is working real nicely with my outfit, sir. I see that plan of yours came together perfectly.” I hugged him and kissed him lightly on his cheek, careful not to smudge my red lipstick.
He chuckled as I stepped back to shut off my vanity mirror while he hit the main light.
“Gotdamn, Josie. I knew you would execute this look well. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes. Where are we going?”
“Diablo’s. I figured protein would be the best call while you’re training.” I didn’t say anything else as he led medownstairs, grabbing my thin jacket before placing it over my shoulders.
Twenty minutes later, Quincey and I were walking to our secluded booth.
When I noticed just two plate settings, my eyebrows rose as my grin spread across my face.
“Oh, it’s just the two of us? I just knew I had to play submissive trophy wife tonight.” My words had Quincey chuckling as he peered at me over the wine list now covering half of his face.
“Submissive trophy wife, damn you make it sound like a bad ass title to own, Josie. I mean, you play the role so good. But nope, sorry to disappoint you, it’s just us. This conversation is sensitive at the moment.” His tone got serious at the end of his statement and had me shifting in my seat to sit up and lean over the table, getting as close as I could to whisper.
“Is everything okay?” Panic set in as my heart beat a million times a minute as the wildest thoughts ran rapidly through my mind, of course, going to the extreme first.
Oh shit, maybe this is the end. He’s tired of?—
“Yes, well, I hope. It truly depends on how you feel about it. I mean, I know how I feel and I think this is the best news yet.”
I frowned just as our server greeted us.
“Welcome back, Mr. and Mrs. Wilson. We already have your preferred wine on standby unless something else interests you from the list. All are available in bottle tonight.”
Quincey looked at me and I shook my head, not focused on wine. Shit, if he knew how much I had today, he would be ordering nothing but water anyway.
“Tonight is special. Let’s try something new. Bring a bottle from Divine Vines—white, crisp, with a light sweetness.”
“Of course, sir.” I waited until the server was out of earshot before I shot my questions at Quincey who still wore a goofy smile.
“Special? Aight, you’re scaring me, Q. What the hell is going on?”
He grabbed my hand and said the words I knew he had groomed me for.
“A seat is opening.”
My eyes bugged. “Like aseat,seat?” All Quincey did was nod.
I looked around to make sure no one was close by before I pushed for more information because he wasn’t giving me shit.
“Wait, how do you know? How is that possible? Rogers just got in the seat last main election.”
“I can’t say too much because the official news hasn’t dropped, but you remember that shit he got caught up with late last year?”
“Yeah.”
Tim Rogers was a member of the Senate who got caught up in a nasty embezzlement scandal along with other things that would even have a common person going away for a long time.
“Well, they’re pushing for a resignation so it doesn’t get messy. Ya know, with the formal trial and all. Anyways, this is my?—"
He cleared his throat, grabbing my hands tightly, bringing them to his mouth, kissing the back of each before he continued.
“Our chance to finally take what we’ve been working so hard for.”
