by K. A. Linde
Calleigh Hollingsworth was complimenting her. She might die.
“Oh, I don't think I actually stumped him.”
“He hesitated, honey. That's enough for me,” Calleigh told her before shifting her attention back to Hayden. “Some other reporters are coming with me to get a drink. I've already told them you're coming with me and they're excited to meet you.”
“I'm really not up for it, Calleigh. We have to get this story out,” he offered.
“No way. Unacceptable, Lane. I'll see you tonight. Liz, you are more than welcome, of course,” she said politely.
Liz looked at Hayden expectantly. She wouldn't mind mingling with other reporters, but if they needed to work on the story she would go back with him. “What do you want to do?”
He shrugged, clearly preferring to leave.
“You're not even running the story until Monday,” Calleigh told him stubbornly. She placed her hand on her hip and sat into the movement. “Come out and play. You're too uptight.”
“All right. If Liz wants to go, then I'm game. Otherwise I'll just drive home and work on the piece.”
“Liz?” Calleigh asked pleading with her big green eyes.
“Uh . . . yeah. Sounds like fun.”
“Great! I'll text you the details, Lane, and see you later,” she said, waggling her fingers at him as she departed.
Hayden sighed and readjusted his bag on his shoulder. “I guess we're going out.”
“Sorry,” Liz said. She followed him out the door.
“Don't be. It wasn't likely that I would have been able to get out of it anyway. At least I have company now.” Liz smiled, butterflies jumping around in her stomach. “Do you want to go get dinner? It'll probably still be a few hours before they go out.”
“Uh . . . yeah, sure,” she said. Was he asking her out?
“Cool.” They walked into the half-full parking lot and veered toward his black Audi. Liz took a seat as Hayden popped the trunk open and deposited his equipment before opening the door and sliding onto the leather seat.
“Do you have a preference for dinner? I'm really craving Italian.”
“Fine with me,” she agreed easily. She didn't know how to judge the situation.
It didn't help that her mind was still captured by the Senator. The way his eyes found her in the crowd, the tone of his deep, husky voice, the borderline arrogance in his every movement was so . . . appealing in a way she had never even known before. It wasn't as if she hadn't been attracted to a bad boy in the past, and that was exactly what Maxwell portrayed under that charm, but she didn't know whether he really was that bad boy underneath the image of the upright senator.
It was a paradox she wanted reconciled. Who exactly was Brady Maxwell?
K.A. Linde is an independent author and publisher. She enjoys writing novels that keep you guessing to the very end. She grew up as a military brat, moving from base to base. Books were her solace and continue to be to this day. She studied political science and philosophy at the University of Georgia and received her Masters in political science in 2012.
She currently resides in Georgia with her boyfriend and two puppies, Lucy and Riker. She enjoys dancing in her spare time. She plans to finish the Record series, the All That Glitters series, as well as her future endeavors.
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Avoiding Series
Avoiding Commitment (#1)
Avoiding Responsibility (#2)
Avoiding Intimacy (#2.5)
Avoiding Decisions (#1.5)
Avoiding Temptation (#3)
Record Series
Off the Record (#1)
On the Record (#2)
Following Me
Take Me for Granted
