Liza drank the last of her wine and stared at Jackson. “Just what did you think was going to happen here tonight?”
“Two people having dinner, sharing good wine and maybe a bit more of this.” He lifted her chin and kissed her again. Slow. Deliberate. Passionate. The empty bottle of wine fell off the table as he leaned in and reached for Liza. A wineglass crashed as their kiss deepened and she moaned. Her mind flooded with lust-filled images of Jackson’s head between her thighs, his hands palming her breasts as she came all over his face. Shivering, she pulled back from him. Breathe, she told herself. Just breathe.
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Table of Contents
Liza drank the last of her wine and stared at Jackson. “Just what did you think was going to happen here tonight?”
Also by Cheris Hodges
Title Page
Acknowledgments
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Teaser chapter
Copyright Page
Acknowledgments
This book was truly a labor of love and just a good time. As always, I have to pause and thank the people who keep me writing. My parents, Doris and Freddie Hodges. My sister, Adrienne Hodges Dease, and my niece, who is an inspiration to me every day, Briana Dease.
To all of the book clubs, libraries, and bookstores that have been in my corner since I started on this journey, thank you! I have to thank the ladies of my street team:
Louise Brown, Lynne Bradley, Jennifer Copeland, Erika Parker, LaSonde Jones, Deborah Fotner, and Donisha Rosebud. LaSheera Lee, Yolanda Gore, Sonia Corley, Erica Singleton, Ashley Fayton, thanks for the support, for challenging me, and for listening to me rant about Wonderland.
Chapter 1
Sitting at a table in the middle of Starbucks, Liza Palmer pushed her steaming caramel latte aside and focused her ebony stare on her friend, Robert Montgomery, as he explained why he was going to run for North Carolina Senate Seat Forty-Five. His brown eyes sparkled with passion as he talked about serving the people and that look ignited her like a firecracker. “Yes! I think you will be a great senator and I know some people who can help us build a buzz around you. This is just awesome, Robert. I can’t wait to . . .”
“Slow down,” Robert said. “You’re talking as if I’m one of the brands you represent.” She frowned at him and Robert threw his hands up. “Not saying what you do isn’t serious, but I don’t think marketing me like a cashmere sweater is going to work. People are going to have to connect with me and know that I’m going to Raleigh to represent their best interests.”
Liza rolled her eyes and toyed with the lid of her cup. “Of course not, but a grassroots campaign got Barack Obama into the White House. You need a Twitter account, Facebook fan page, and website where people donate to your campaign.” Liza pulled out her iPad and started taking notes. Robert laughed.
“You take that thing everywhere, don’t you?”
She nodded. “Got to stay connected. You know who would be a great campaign manager for you: Dominic Hall. He has been behind some of the biggest campaigns in the city and the state. Remember that contentious fight for the chairmanship of the board of county commissioners? Dominic was behind the winner. And he systematically shut the other guy down.”
“Funny you should say that,” he said. “Nic and I met this morning and he agreed to work with me.”
“Awesome! But you still need me.”
Robert placed his hand on top of hers. “I know. One thing I know for sure is that you have my back for real. Together we’re going to be unstoppable.”
“That’s right, Senator Montgomery. Now, about your social media life. Do you tweet?”
“As the law firm, but I don’t have a personal account. I don’t understand that whole Twitter thing.”
“Good, I’ll be happy to explain it to you. More people get their news from Twitter than the local TV stations. So, you kind of need to get on board,” she said, then stroked her cheek. “Your personal life is going to be under a microscope—especially because you’re single. Anything or anyone out there with an ax to grind?”
“Did you just say ‘anything’?”
Liza rolled her eyes and flipped her shoulder-length auburn tresses back. “I’ve seen some of the women you’ve dated, Rob. ‘Anything’ was being kind.”
“And you don’t have much room to talk. Remember your thug life stage? You really can’t hold my hood rat phase in college against me.”
Liza giggled. “Where did you import those hood boogers from? I wasn’t aware of a hood within walking distance to Chapel Hill.”
“See, you can’t be saying stuff like that.” He looked around the semi-full coffee shop to make sure no one was paying them any attention.
“Well, if you’re running as a single candidate, you need to be seen with a higher class of woman.”
“Are you suggesting a fake relationship?” he asked, raising his right eyebrow. A frown marred his handsome cocoa brown face.
“No, people would see through that like glass. I’m suggesting you meet some nice ladies at my dinner party on Saturday, which you didn’t RSVP for.”
“I’ll be there.”
“When are you filing?” Liza asked.
“Dominic and I are going to discuss that tomorrow. I need a war chest and Dominic said he has a list of donors willing to help.”
“What platform are you running on?” Liza asked in between sips of her cold latte. “You really need to consider the problems in the district. There are three issues getting military family behind you and . . .”
“Business development is my main thing. I know the military’s important, but Charlotte and the surrounding area need jobs.”
“Yeah,” she said, then drummed her French-tipped fingernails on the lid of her cup. “But people are wary of politicians who are for big business. You need to play up your roots.”
Robert’s handsome face darkened. “I don’t want to be some sad-sack politician that people are drawn to because of their shortcomings.”
“Whoa! You’re starting to sound like a Republican.”
“No, you’re misunderstanding what I’m saying. I’ll acknowledge everyone who helped me, but I’m not going to tell the state and the world that I was born to a crackhead who left me at a fire station.”
Liza held her tongue; she knew how hurtful Robert’s past was. But the public relations professional inside her knew people would cheer for a man who c
ame from absolutely nothing to go on and breeze through college, then law school. Maybe he’d listen to Dominic about telling his story. “Anyway,” she said, “I am so proud of you, Rob. I remember when we were in that political science class together and you did that mock campaign for president. I knew two things that day.” She brought her cup to her lips and took a final sip of her latte.
“What?”
“That you’d be president one day and I wasn’t going to get a degree in political science.”
“President, huh?” Robert smiled and Liza knew his picture-ready smile would win hearts even if he didn’t talk about his past. “You expect a lot from me, huh?”
“Actually, I do,” she said, then pushed her cup away. “I believe in you, Rob. And I don’t say that lightly. You’re the embodiment of the American dream and the people of North Carolina will be lucky to have you.”
“Great, that means I have one vote.”
“You’ll have more than one vote. How many people are going to be in the primary, I wonder,” she said, then looked down at her iPad as it chimed. “Oh, hate to run, but I have a meeting in twenty minutes with the Hornets’ new player relations manager.”
“There you go, moving and shaking things in the city,” Robert said as he watched his friend collect her things.
“Next, we’re going to move and shake this election.” Liza gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, then dashed out the door.
Chapter 2
Jackson Franklin hated the term hero. He wasn’t a hero. He was a soldier. He’d joined the Army to serve his country and to earn money for college. He went to war because the commander in chief had ordered it. He saved his platoon from a roadside bomb in Kabul because that had been what he was trained to do. But when he returned to Fort Bragg, North Carolina, he was branded a hero. However, the injuries he sustained in Afghanistan forced him out of active duty. And damn it, he missed it. Big-time. Working as a transition counselor for the Veteran’s Association in Charlotte made him feel alive again. Feel as if he was still serving his country by helping broken men and women become whole again.
Sitting behind the oak desk in his small office, Jackson knew there was more work to be done and he knew he couldn’t do that by just working with the veterans at the center. He looked out of the windows in front of him and watched the men and women in the lobby filling out forms. Some of them had been in and out of the office more than a dozen times. What were they going to do if these doors closed to them?
The center needed a huge influx of cash in order to keep helping veterans. He’d written to the district representative in the General Assembly. He’d reached out to some of the city council members but help never came. But more and more veterans kept walking through those doors.
“Sergeant Franklin, we’ve got a problem out here!” Natalie Johnson, the receptionist, exclaimed from the doorway of his office.
Jackson rushed into the hallway expecting the worst. But he was greeted with a bunch of balloons and chocolate cake, followed by a chorus of “Happy Birthday.” Jackson smiled for two reasons: one, he’d actually forgotten his birthday, and two, the staff knew in order to get him out of his office they had to fake an emergency.
“You guys didn’t have to do this,” he said. Jackson was happy to see so many of the men and women he’d worked with over the last year standing there ready to celebrate with him. Their healing had begun. But in the back of his mind he was pissed because this time next year, the doors to this office could be closed.
“Come on,” Natalie said, “let’s go cut the cake.”
Jackson wanted to send them down the hall without him; he had to figure out who to lobby to for money.
“Hey, Sergeant Franklin,” Dena Washington, one of his clients, said. “Have you heard about the new district the General Assembly carved out?”
“I must’ve missed that,” he said. “What’s this new district supposed to do?”
Dena smiled. “Give us another voice in Raleigh. Maybe we’ll finally get someone in there who gives a damn. You should think about running.”
“I’m not a politician.”
“That’s why you’re just what this district needs.” Dena walked toward the conference room and Jackson stood there bewildered. What did he know about running for political office? Then again, he knew what the people he worked with needed. Was it too much of a long shot for him to throw his hat in the ring?
When Jackson walked into the conference room and saw all of the veterans, he knew just what he had to do if he wanted things to change. But what did he know about politics? He couldn’t be worse than the clowns already in Raleigh. Where was he going to start? Should he even run, or was he just dreaming out loud?
“Why are you scowling? It’s your birthday?” Natalie said, then bumped him with her hip.
“We need to talk about a letter I received,” he whispered.
“No bad news today.”
“Today, tomorrow, the news isn’t going to change.” He folded his massive arms across his chest.
Natalie sighed. “Do you want to disappoint them?” She nodded toward the people enjoying cake and soft drinks.
“No,” he said. “Let me get a slice of cake and smile.”
“Good idea.”
After the surprise party was over, Jackson and Natalie were in the conference room again, this time with the head of the counseling center and the other doctors who worked there. There was no laughing or balloons this time.
“We’re closing,” Daniel Keter said without preamble.
“Are you serious?” Jackson exclaimed. “Why are we closing when there is a strong need for the work we do here?” The letter he’d received said the center was in debt, but closing?
“The state won’t accept federal money and they aren’t funding us. I can’t pay you guys, and no matter how much you love what you do, I know each and every one of you has to eat.”
Natalie looked at Jackson and shook her head. “This is stupid. I feel like marching to Raleigh and . . .”
“Listen,” Daniel said, holding his hand up to quiet the rumbling. “We have thirty days, and I need you all to line up referrals for our most serious cases.”
“They’re all serious,” Jackson growled. “So, let me get this straight. Because the governor and the General Assembly have issues with the president, our soldiers are going to suffer?”
Daniel shrugged. “Jackson, there’s nothing I can do. If I could, I’d recall the governor and send those greedy bastards in Raleigh to South Carolina. Or better yet, to the hellholes that our clients came from and see if they will stop this political bickering.”
A chorus of “Damned straight” rippled through the conference room. “What are we going to do?” one of the doctors asked. “I mean, we need to stay open. Too many people are going to suffer if we close up in a month.”
“I don’t disagree, but we need funding.”
“How much?” Jackson asked, then frowned. It wasn’t as if he had a few million dollars sitting in a bank account to give the center. Hell, he didn’t even have a spare thousand.
“More than we have,” Daniel said with a defeated tone in his voice. “We’ve been running in the red for a few months. To get out of the hole, we need a hundred grand. To stay open, we need twice that.”
Jackson shook his head. “I’m going to run for that new senate seat because this is ridiculous!”
He was surprised by the applause that came from his coworkers. “You would be a great senator!” Natalie said.
“And I know the person who can run your campaign,” Daniel said.
“I’ll volunteer,” Natalie said, followed by a bunch of other people promising to volunteer.
A smile spread across Jackson’s face. If he had this level of support in this room, would he be able to win the senate seat?
“All right,” Daniel said. “While this is great news, we have to get back on task and work out how we’re going to provide seamless service until we find some men
tal health providers who will accept our clients.”
Everyone returned to the work they needed to complete, and Jackson looked up a few doctors with a military background whom he could send his list of clients to. Being trained to work with mental issues was a lot different from actually understanding what the client was going through, in his opinion. When he’d worked with his own doctor, the fact that his doctor had also seen combat allowed him to open up more.
About two hours later, Daniel walked into Jackson’s office with a wide grin on his lips. “Sarge,” he said.
“What’s up?”
“Are you serious about this senate seat? Because if you are, we’re going to have a hell of a senator in you, and I know the best person to run your campaign.”
Jackson leaned back in his chair. “You really think I can make a difference, because I want to be clear, this isn’t about me. The budget cuts that the VA is facing make no sense. It’s as if we sent these men and women to fight and then after the parade when they get home, we don’t give a damn about them. When’s the last time we heard any of our representatives say a word about the military?”
“You don’t have to sell me.”
Jackson squeezed the bridge of his nose. “Yeah, but what do I know about politics?”
Daniel clasped his hands together. “You don’t have to know anything because Teresa Flores knows enough for all of us. Quite honestly, she’s one of the reasons that we’ve been around as long as we have.”
“How?”
“She knows the right people in Raleigh—hell, in Washington too. We’ve been up for closure three years in a row.”
“If she’s so good, why are we getting shut down now?”
“Too many god . . . too many rich people sitting in the General Assembly, and with the gerrymandering of these districts, we’re going to be in trouble. That’s why you have to run and you have to let Teresa help. She’s tough but clean.”
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