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“Are you okay?” he asked, drawing back to look at her.
All she saw in those big brown eyes was concern, not the anger he had spat at Heather, or the hunger he normally showed her, or the campaign mask, or the hardness he conveyed on the outside. Nothing she expected…just fear. What could he be afraid of? 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
“I’m okay,” she said softly, taking his hands in hers.
They were still shaking. She knew what had just happened. Their cover had been blown. Brady was going to withdraw from her. Tonight was their last night. She knew it just by looking at him. And yet she was more concerned with comforting him than worrying about that.
“Are you going to be okay?” Liz asked, sliding her hands up his chest and running her hand along his jaw. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his soft lips. It felt like good-bye.
“Let me deal with Heather and Elliott, okay? Don’t go anywhere,” he pleaded. She wasn’t sure how he expected her to go anywhere when she didn’t have a car, but she wasn’t planning on leaving him alone.
“I won’t. I’ll be here, Brady,” she said softly, trying to stay strong for him. “But what does this mean?”
“Don’t worry. ” He kissed her hard. “Nothing is going to happen to us. I’m going to deal with it. ”
“Brady,” she said, knowing that couldn’t possibly be the case.
“Baby, stop,” he said, clutching on to her. “I can’t handle this with all of those questions in your eyes. Just trust me. ”
Liz nodded slowly. “Okay. I trust you,” she whispered as the front door banged open again.
Brady pulled away from her with a soft smile. “I’ll be right back. ”
Liz watched him walk away from her as Heather entered with the short, beady-eyed guy Liz had seen following her around the past couple months. He must be Elliott…whoever Elliott was. Neither of them looked pleased.
Brady slid the office door open, and Heather and Elliott walked inside. Elliott shot one nasty look in her direction before passing Brady.
Liz sighed. Great. She was the bad guy in this.
Brady followed behind them and slammed the door shut with such ferocity it hit against the other door and popped back open.
She heard voices from the other room, which had to mean that they were yelling at one another. She glanced around and wondered whether she should put her dress back on and get ready to go. She was certain that by the end of this conversation, she would be saying good-bye to Brady and someone would be driving her home.
Liz tiptoed forward toward the door. She would rather hear everything that was being said than wait for Brady to tell her the sad news. What could be the worst thing that could happen if she got caught—she couldn’t see him anymore? That was already a real possibility.
Liz tried not to make a sound as she peered through the small opening in the door and listened in on their conversation.
“How long has this been going on, anyway?” Heather demanded. She was standing in front of the bay window, her arms crossed over her chest, leveling a hard stare at Brady.
“I don’t see how that is relevant information,” Brady growled.
“You’ve been off your game, Brady. Don’t think we haven’t noticed,” she said immediately. “Has it been going on all summer? Is this why we made that stupid appearance on campus? Because if you changed my fucking travel schedule for your little fuck buddy, I’m going to…”
“What?” Brady yelled. “What are you going to do if I changed anything for her?”
“Be fucking pissed off!” she yelled back.
“This is getting us nowhere,” Elliott said, placing his hand on Heather’s arm in an attempt to calm her down.
“He’s ruining everything, Elliott,” Heather grumbled. She turned away from them both. “I thought we were all in this together. ”
“I’m not ruining anything. You’re blowing this out of proportion,” Brady said.
Liz gave a sharp intake of breath. She hoped it wasn’t heard from the other room, because Brady had surprised her. She couldn’t tell whether he was defending their relationship or simply saying that this hadn’t leaked to the press yet, so the campaign was still safe. Either way it was surprising. She felt as if everything was ruined.
“I’m blowing this out of proportion,” Heather said, whirling back around. “Are you out of your goddamn mind? You are sleeping with a college reporter, for Christ’s sake. Have you even read her terrible articles? Do you even care what she thinks of you? I read everything out there. It’s in fucking print that she thinks you’re a joke. Don’t come at me with some I want some pussy remark and expect me to take this lightly. ”
