by Radclyffe
“I don’t know. It depends on how long that dustup over there lasts. Maybe.” Dana knew it wasn’t easy for people in her line of work to maintain a relationship, and she wanted to so badly. “I know it’s soon and I know my lifestyle isn’t ideal, but—”
“It’s not too soon. And I understand about your job.” Emory kissed her cheek. “I’m not always available either. But you matter—we matter—we’ll find a way to make it work.”
Dana kissed her, a soft kiss of promise. “We will.”
“I’m surprised you’re still doing this part of the story,” Emory said, gesturing to the crowd.
“If it had been anyone else’s wedding, I would’ve found a way to get out of it. But I wanted to see you, and I wanted to be here for Blair and Cam, and”—she gestured toward the door as the president of the United States walked in with Lucinda Washburn on his arm—“this is the story of the hour.”
“Nervous?” Diane zipped up the back of Blair’s cream Armani dress and rested both hands on Blair’s shoulders, studying her in the mirror in front of them. The squared bodice highlighted Blair’s smooth, strong shoulders and the subtle ruching accentuated the flowing lines of her body. “This dress is fabulous. You’re a knockout.”
Blair tipped her head back against Diane’s shoulder and sighed. “I’m not really nervous. Excited, mostly.”
“Tanner has done a great job keeping the press from bugging us this week, and having Dana stay on as the official reporter has really helped.”
“It’s the first time I’ve ever been happy to have a reporter in my pocket,” Blair said with a laugh. “Is everything okay with you? I haven’t seen much of Valerie this week.”
“She’s here, but she’s keeping a low profile, mostly to keep me happy. I know Cam said that with her handler gone and Matheson dead, there’s probably no one in the agency interested in her any longer, but I still don’t want her picture in the newspapers.”
Blair slid in the diamond drop earrings that Cam had given her as an early birthday present. “You’re getting pretty good at the secret agent stuff.”
Diane laughed and shook her head. “I know. Whoever would have thought.”
“But you’re okay?” Blair turned and took Diane’s hands. “You’re happy?”
“More than I ever imagined.” Diane gave Blair’s hands a shake. “Especially since Cam got to you before I could convince you what a great catch I am.”
Blair kissed her cheek, then hugged her. “I love you.”
“Hair! Makeup!” Diane exclaimed in horror, but she hugged Blair back. “I love you too.”
A knock sounded on the door followed by a male voice inquiring, “Blair?”
Diane stepped away. “That’s my cue to go find my lover. I’ll see you downstairs.”
“Don’t get lost. I’m not doing this without you right next to me.”
“That’s where I’ll be, anytime you need me.”
Blair called, “Come in.”
The door opened and the president stepped inside. “Hi, Diane.”
“Mr. President, great to see you.” Diane slipped past him and disappeared outside.
“Hi, Daddy,” Blair said.
“Hi, honey. All set?”
She took his hand. “Yes.”
“Let me do that,” Marcea said, fastening the small emblem of the seal of the United States that the president had presented to Cam for meritorious service to the lapel of her charcoal gray morning coat. Then she smoothed her hands over Cam’s shoulders and down her sleeves. “You look very dashing.”
“No one will be looking at me,” Cam said. At least she hoped that was the case.
“You’re every bit as beautiful as Blair.”
Cam laughed. “Spoken like a mother.”
“Which I am,” Marcea said affectionately. “This is a very brave thing you are doing. I’m very proud of you.”
“Loving Blair is the smartest thing I’ve ever done in my life,” Cam said. “Convincing her to have me was the hard part. Everything after that is easy.”
“I know that what happened in Colorado could happen again. But we can’t live in fear, can we.” Marcea kissed Cam’s cheek. “Let your friends help you both take care of each other.”
“I will.” Cam held out her arm to her mother. “If I can be half as wise and brave as you, we’ll be fine.”
“Then I won’t worry about you at all. Ready?”
“I am.”
Blair stepped into the hall with her father just as Cam and Marcea came out of the room opposite.
“Sir.” Cam nodded to the president.
“Cameron.”
“Hello, darling,” Blair said softly.
“Hi, baby,” Cam murmured, stepping close as the president and her mother turned away to say hello.
“Any second thoughts?” Blair asked.
“Not a one.” Cam wanted to kiss her, but she held back. “You look beautiful.”
“So do you.” Blair was surprised to hear her voice shaking. “Just to be clear, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I’m yours, forever. Count on it.”
“I do.”
“I do too.”
Blair joined her father. “I’ll see you downstairs, then, and we can say it again for the whole world to hear.”
“Anything you say, Ms. Powell,” Cam called after her as Blair’s laughter filled her heart.
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