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"Umm, it was an accident," Zara mutters.
"But one I’m really excited about," I interject.
Isla straightens, then glances between us. "It’s going to be good for the polls as well, right?"
Zara and I look at each other. "It can’t hurt," Zara says finally.
"Actually, the coverage has been very positive." Abby waves her phone in the air. "I didn’t want to bother either of you, since this is, technically, still your wedding, but the press has lapped it up. There are already gushing accounts of the wedding and the upcoming baby. And the latest polls see elevated approval ratings for Mr. Whittington."
"Call me Hunter."
Abby flushes a little. "Yes sir, Mr. Hunter."
"Just Hunter."
"That’s what I meant. Your idea of a surprise wedding with the press invited to it is a hit. Of course, some of them are complaining that they’d have liked to have been told beforehand so they could have dressed accordingly, but other than that, it’s one big love fest."
"It’s a good way to start our honeymoon, huh?" I tuck a strand of hair behind my wife’s ear. My wife.How did I get so lucky?
"Our working honeymoon," Zara raises her sparkling juice to her lips and takes a sip. "You still have a campaign to run."
"You’re going to keep me on the straight and narrow, hmm?"
"You know that’s impossible. You have a mind of your own, baby. All I’m trying to do is give you options. I know you’ll always make up your own mind, but it’s not going to stop me from sharing my viewpoint."
I take her hand in mine and kiss her knuckles. "I want you to actively campaign with me. I want you to talk about the causes that are dear to you. I want you to head up a fund that supports the needs of the women, the vulnerable, and children with special needs."
Her features soften. "Are you sure about that?"
"More than anything in the world."
I lean in to kiss her, when someone clears their throat. I look up to find Abby standing next to us. She darts a half-smile in Zara’s direction. "Uh, I guess I’m going back to the office."
"You’re going back now?" Zara frowns.
"The campaign is still underway, and there’s a lot of follow up to be done from the coverage generated by the wedding. It’s best to do that now, while interest is high on what the two of you are going to do next. I thought I might—uh— draft a strategy to share with you."
"A strategy?" Zara lowers her chin.
Abby nods. "If that’s okay? If you don’t mind, I mean—"
"I think it’s a great idea."
Abby’s features lighten. "You do?"
"Absolutely. I" —she looks at me— "we’dbe happy to hear your thoughts on how to leverage the publicity for the campaign."
"Absolutely," I agree.
"Oh, great." Abby pulls out a phone from the pocket of her pants. "Let me call for a car pick up."
"There’s no need for that, I can drop you." Cade rises from his place on the other side of the table.
"What? No." Abby jerks her chin in his direction. "I mean, you must have had a lot of champagne to drink, so surely, you can’t drive."
"I’ve been nursing water." Cade raises his glass of water in her direction. "I’m in training, so no alcohol."
"Oh—" Abby glances to the left, then the right. "But you must be busy."
