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“Hah!” Dee-Dee responded. “As if I ever have nothing else to do.”
“I’m serious.”
“Oh, of course, you’re serious. That makes all the difference,” she said drily.
For the umpteenth time Shane wondered why he kept Dee-Dee as his executive assistant when she never gave him the kid-glove treatment he got automatically from the rest of his staff. Even though she called him Senator, she still acted as if she remembered him with a dirty face and untucked shirttails, sneaking cookies when his mom’s back was turned.
But then for the umpteenth time he remembered that was exactly why he kept her—she brought a touch of reality to the sometimes stultifying protocol he was usually surrounded with. She was a whiz at keeping him organized, too. And besides, she needed the job. Her husband had left her little but debts when he’d passed away years earlier...and his mother would kill him if he fired her best friend.
“Don’t worry,” Dee-Dee said, “I’ll have a complete dossier on Ms. Edwards by the time you get back to DC. You are coming back tomorrow night, right? That’s what you said. They’re discharging you tomorrow morning?”
“That’s the plan.”
“Good. I know you’ve been keeping up on pending legislation even in the hospital—your mom didn’t raise any slackers—but I’ve fielded calls from a half dozen senators, including the president pro-tem and both the majority and minority leaders, wanting to know how you’re planning to vote on their bills when the Senate is back in session. Especially that pipeline one—the news agencies are calling you ‘the swing vote.’ Not just because of your own stance on the issue, but because others will follow your lead and vote their consciences, not their pocketbooks—if you weren’t already aware. And since you haven’t clued me in on where you stand, Senator,” she added with a touch of acerbity, “I wasn’t able to answer for you.”
“As if you don’t know where I stand on every issue.”
“Yes, but you haven’t officially told me how you plan to vote, so my lips are sealed.” That had Shane laughing silently. Dee-Dee’s lips were always sealed...when it came to guarding him and maintaining the integrity of his office. Another reason he couldn’t possibly do without her. He was just preparing to disconnect when Dee-Dee said out of the blue, “You do know her nickname, don’t you?”
Shane was familiar with the way Dee-Dee’s mind jumped back and forth between topics, so he knew she was referring to Carly Edwards. He cast around in his mind but came up blank. “No, can’t say I do.”
“Tiger Shark.” Heavy silence. “Keep that in mind.”
* * *
Marsh Anderson walked outside the Mayo Clinic lobby and a little distance away before pulling out his disposable cell phone—one he’d bought specifically for this job—and punching in a number he already knew by heart. “Just checking in,” he said when the phone was answered. He listened, nodding his head in agreement even though he knew the person on the other end couldn’t see him. “Not a problem,” he said finally. “When will he be discharged?”
“He has plane reservations for tomorrow,” came the clipped response. “Whether the clinic is ready to discharge him or not, he’s flying out Saturday evening. The Senate will be back at work come Monday, and he has never missed a debate or a vote. He’s not about to let that happen now—especially not with what’s at stake this time around.”
Marsh grunted. He knew what was at stake, even though his contact thought him nothing more than a hired gun. He was a hired gun...as far as that went. But he was a very smart one, and he’d figured out a hell of a lot more than the men who’d hired him realized. He called them the Agenda Men, because they had a concrete agenda and would stop at nothing to achieve their goal.
He knew just how much money was behind the effort to push one piece of legislation through. Not bribes. You couldn’t call them bribes. Campaign contributions was the polite euphemism, and the Agenda Men were very good at it. But their money had availed them nothing where Senator Jones was concerned. He could not be swayed as other politicians were. So they had no choice but to contract Marsh’s services.
