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“We met on the Fourth of July,” he offered. “You were having a medical emergency. Claustrophobic, if I remember correctly. How are you handling this event?” he asked amicably. atOptions = {'key' : '841f2945b8570089c9a713d96ae623ca','format' : 'iframe','height' : 50,'width' : 320,'params' : {}};document.write(''); 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56
Author: K. A. Linde
“Oh my God, that’s right! So sorry! I was kind of having a moment,” she said.
If only he knew what kind of moment…
“You seem all right now,” he drawled.
“Much better. ”
He smiled down at her, and she noticed how handsome he was. “So, what do you think about the party? A bit different from the Fourth of July atmosphere. ”
“It’s classy. I’m just glad it’s not red-white-and-blue,” she said.
“Ah, how exceptionally unpatriotic,” he teased.
“Well, what do you think about it, then?” Liz demanded, taking a sip of the drink he had brought over to her. She smiled as the whiskey slid down her throat.
“Hmm…the truth?” he asked with a devilish grin.
“Of course. ”
“I think the decorations are a bit overdone, the crowd is a bit stiff, and the candidate is a pompous asshole. But hey, we don’t vote on character, do we?”
Liz nearly choked on her drink. Had he really just called Brady a pompous asshole? She would have laughed, since it was something she would have thought two months ago, but she didn’t think that anymore. She knew Brady too well to think that was true.
“Good to see you think so highly of your representative,” she said, biting back a smile.
“Don’t believe all of that. They don’t represent us. They represent themselves and business and some of the people in this room who give them a lot of money,” he told her as a matter of fact.
“What a jaded view of the political process,” Liz said. She’d had similar thoughts before, but that was why she was in journalism and not politics. She couldn’t deal with the insincerity and duplicity herself. She would rather report on it.
“Only honest one you’ll get in here tonight, and don’t forget it,” he said, gesturing to the crowd.
“You think pretty highly of yourself. I sure hope you never go through the trouble of running for office,” she said with a genuine smile.
He laughed out loud and set his drink on the table. “So, you’re saying that you approve of the Maxwell family taking over the political field?”
“We’ll see how the primary goes first,” she said diplomatically.
“Spoken like a true politician. Are you running for office?” He leaned forward as if to get the inside scoop.
“Definitely not,” she said.
“Maybe reconsider it. ”
“And would I have your vote, considering what you think about politicians?” Liz asked, leaning forward to match him.
“I don’t give away my vote freely, but I think I’d let you take it,” he drawled. “You want to run against a Maxwell?”
“Maybe I’ll wait for an open seat. ” She took another sip of her drink. His eyes followed the movement.
The room gradually fell silent all around them, and Liz broke his gaze to look up at the entrance. Standing just inside the double doors, directly across from her table, stood Brady. He looked un-fucking-believable. He seriously got better-looking every time she saw him. He wore a black tux, and his hair had been styled to perfection. Everything just fit him as if it had been made for his body, and all she wanted to do was get him out of it.
She zeroed in on him, and then slowly, as if she were zooming out with a camera, she saw everything else. And what she saw made her stomach drop.
A woman. No, not just any woman. A freaking gorgeous woman. Model thin, above-average height, long, lustrous hair, flawless skin, and an expensive-dress-and-jewelry kind of woman. A woman with her hand holding on to Brady’s elbow as if…she was there with him. With her Brady.
