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by Ellie Wild

“Okay,” he said, flopping down on the couch.

  I pursed my lips together. I’d been hoping he would want to come with me, but that clearly wasn’t the case. “I’ll be back in a second then,” I said.

  “Take your time,” he mumbled, although I pretended not to hear him.

  I did take my time in the shower though, hoping it would give Colt some time to get over his foul mood. When I got out of the shower, I combed and blow-dried my hair, and applied my favorite sweet-smelling body lotion. Tossing on a gown that hit me just before the knees, I returned to the living room, where Colt sat on the couch, staring idly at the TV.

  “Are you still tired?” I asked, sitting beside him.

  He simply nodded without looking at me.

  Just as I was about to rest my head on his shoulder, he moved to reach for the remote. I paused, and sat back upright, getting the impression he had done so on purpose to avoid my touch.

  “Okay. Colt—seriously, what’s wrong with you?” I said.

  “Nothing, Natalie. Just go to bed.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Isn’t that what you were about to do?” Seeing the look on my face, he sighed. “Look—I’m sorry. Today—there was another attempted attack on your father.”

  I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

  “Nothing happened though,” Colt continued. “We were able to intervene before it got anywhere near as close as last time.”

  “Why didn’t you just tell me that to begin with? I knew something was bothering you. I deserve to know this stuff.” I said. He stood from the couch and began pacing the room.

  “You’re right. And that’s the real reason I’m here, Natalie,” he said. “I need to tell you that all of this—it has to stop.”

  I stared at him, blinking. “All of what has to stop?”

  “Us. We have to stop. We can’t go on like this.”

  “What are you telling me, Colt?”

  “That we can’t be together.”

  I sat still and quiet for a long time, letting his words sink in. I shook my head and gave a mirthless laugh. “So we’re back to this?”

  “Yes.”

  I stood too, my anger rising. “Well correct me if I’m wrong, but wasn’t it you who decided to go forward with this? Wasn’t it you who said you couldn’t stay away from me? Wasn’t it you who said that whatever obstacles came our way, we would just figure it out?”

  “Yes, but that was before—”

  “Before what?!”

  He sighed again, running a frustrated hand through his hair. “Before I realized that it just wasn’t possible. My job is too important to keep risking it like this. If I’m distracted, I can’t protect you like I need too. If anything ever happened to either one of you, I would feel personally responsible, all right? I can’t have that on my conscious. I won’t.”

  Somewhere in my brain, I knew there was a ring of truth to his words. My heart didn’t want to pay attention to reason though. My heart only knew that Colt was telling me that we couldn’t be together. And that—I just couldn’t accept.

  “Colt, we can work things out. You’re doing your job just fine. We’ll work it out. You can’t do this to me…I…I love you.” The words were out before I had any hope of stopping them.

  Colt lowered his eyes to the floor and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter, Natalie. Can’t you see that? It just doesn’t matter. We can’t be together under these circumstances. It’s too risky. From now on, we have to go back to keeping things between us strictly professional. I’m sorry, but that’s just the way it has to be.”

  I pressed my lips together and tried my best to ignore the stinging I felt in my eyes. Those weren’t the words I wanted to hear. I had just told this man that I loved him, and his response had been to tell me that it didn’t matter.

  He couldn’t—wouldn’t—tell me that he loved me too.

  He was willing to pretend that I meant nothing more to him than a paycheck.

  My blood boiling and my body trembling with fury, I stormed over to him. He tried to turn his head to avoid my gaze, but I wouldn’t let him.

  My hand flew back, and I slapped him across the face, wanting him to feel just as much pain as I did.

  He stumbled backward. He was such a large man, I doubted I really hurt him. His reaction was more from shock than anything. He rubbed the side of his face and his mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something. But I was no longer interested in anything he had to say.

  “Stay away from me,” I said. “Don’t come back. I want a new security detail, and I never want to see you again. I’ll be alerting my father that you are not to come back again during another shift change. Stay out of my life forever, Colt.”

  Not wanting him to see the tears about to fall from my eyes, I turned around and rushed to my bedroom and slammed the door behind me.

  CHAPTER 16

  Colt

  Back inside of the security headquarters, I moved from the seat in front of the vents, the air-conditioning coming out entirely too cold. Then again, the coldness I felt could have very well been coming from within.

  I was more exhausted than I’d ever felt in my life, and to top it all off, my spirit had never felt so broken either.

  As I sat in the waiting room, having been called in by Jared again, I felt like a complete idiot. What had I been thinking? How could I have honestly expected Natalie to respond to the way I had behaved last night?

  I knew that I had just made one of the biggest mistakes in my life.

  I had finally found the woman of my dreams, and there was a chance that I had just caused irreparable damage to our relationship before it had even gotten a chance to fully begin.

  I was a fucking idiot.

  How would I be able to carry on if I could no longer see her gorgeous face, hear her laugh, smell her skin, or feel her touch? If I couldn’t run my fingers through her long dark hair, or stare into her deep brown eyes? To wrap my hands around her tiny waist or hold her in my arms after a night of mind blowing sex?

  I sighed and sat down. Even though the chairs in the office were cushioned, they still felt uncomfortable this morning. More than likely though, it was merely because there wasn’t a single thing that could comfort me at a time like this. I was too worried that I had ruined my chances of happiness. The thought made me feel sick, as I sat, agitatedly bouncing my knee and waiting to speak to my handler.

  Last night, after Natalie had slapped me and stormed off to her room, it had taken every ounce of strength I possessed to not go after her and apologize. I had hoped she saw through my charade of indifference to understand that the decision to limit our relationship to professional terms had just about killed me. But she’d been too blinded by emotion and disappointment to notice.

  And I knew there was nothing I could do about it until I got my career affairs in order. I couldn’t keep leading her on until I was sure we could have a real future together. In that moment, I just hadn’t been sure and felt that the uncertainty would only do us more harm in the long run. The absolute last thing I wanted to do was cause anyone harm.

  Speaker Finley had placed his and Natalie’s lives literally in my hands. If it hadn’t been for him giving me this job in the first place, who knew where I’d be. I owed it to him to give my undivided attention to their safety rather than entertaining my own selfish personal wants and desires.

  It made me cringe though, to wonder what Speaker Finley must have undoubtedly been thinking about me at the moment.

  After a restless night on the couch, I knew that I did not want to be around for the aftermath when Natalie woke up. I hadn’t had the heart to face her again, so I’d made sure to contact Jones at the crack of dawn, asking that he come back before Natalie woke up. I had been on my way back to Speaker Finley’s place when my phone rang.

  “Hello?” I had said, seeing the Speaker’s number pop up on caller ID.

  “Hi Colt,” his voice had come over the other line. Immediately, I kn
ew there was something off about his tone.

  “Speaker Finely, is everything all right, sir? I’m in the car now, on my way over to your place. Did you need me to do anything for you before I get there?”

  “No, Colt. Actually, I was hoping to catch you before you got here. I’ve just spoken with Natalie. I’m not sure what’s going on, but she requested to speak with the head of the security team.”

  “Oh…” I’d said, my mouth having grown dry right on the spot.

  “Do you know what this is about?”

  I swallowed, not having the faintest idea what to say. So I lied. “I’m not sure.”

  “Well, she sounded pretty upset. Now I’ve actually been contacted by the head of security, myself. Someone else has been sent on my detail for the day, and I’ve been told that if I spoke to you before your handler did, to let you know that you are to report to his office.”

  I swore in my head. “I see. Thanks for the heads up, sir.”

  “Keep me updated, Colt. I hope everything is all right.”

  But of course, everything was far from all right. And my time to figure out what needed to be done to make it all right was quickly vanishing.

  It had been a hassle to so abruptly change direction in order to head over to the security headquarters, but it’s not like I hadn’t know this was coming on some level. After all, that’s why I had left Natalie’s safehouse so early in the first place. I knew she would be ready to unleash pure hell on me for what I’d done to her. I had completely shattered not only her peace of mind, but her heart as well.

  As I continued to sit outside of the office waiting for Jared to see me, I began to hear him shuffling about behind the closed door. After a while, I heard him on a phone call. My heart began to race, intuitively knowing I was the topic of the conversation. I knew I was about to face unemployment very soon for the careless antics I could no longer deny or take back.

  Basically, I was about to get what I deserved.

  Fuck.

  The office door swung open. “All right, Colt. Come on in,” Jared said.

  I took a deep breath, rose from my seat, and entered the office. It too, felt cold and unwelcoming, just like the waiting area.

  My handler’s face lacked its usual friendliness. Although his act of optimism had annoyed me the last time I’d been in his presence, I now wished he would keep up the charade; it would have made the situation feel a little more tolerable. But then again, I didn’t deserve such comforts.

  “Take a seat,” Jared instructed.

  We sat down opposite of one another at the table, and proceeded to stare at each other for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Jared broke the silence.

  “Look Colt—you’ve always been one of my best, so I really don’t know what to make of this. Can you tell me what happened?”

  Another long silence occurred as I sat there, trying to put into words what I needed to say. Unfortunately, my mind was suddenly drawing a blank. Just moments ago, I had been prepared to tell the truth and face the consequences, hoping Jared would have mercy on me. I had planned to confess that I had indeed gotten a little too close to Natalie Finley, and that my professional judgment had momentarily been hindered as a result. I wanted to tell him that nevertheless, I still took my job seriously and didn’t want to be cut from the team—that I was invested in Speaker Finley’s safety, and that from now on, it was all I would focus on.

  Jones could remain on Natalie’s detail, as long as she was safe.

  But as I sat across from my handler, none of those words seemed capable of leaving my mouth. All I could think about was the night I’d spent with Natalie at the pool, the last time we had sex, and that fateful day in the library when I not only confessed my feelings to her, but had even acted on those feelings right on the spot.

  I thought about the first time we’d met, all the way back in Turkey…

  How last night, she had looked me right in the eyes and told me that she loved me, and how like an asshole, I hadn’t even responded.

  Jared cleared his throat, clearly not in the mood to be on the other end of the waiting game.

  I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck. “I guess you can say some things went wrong during my assignment at the safehouse with Natalie Finley. She would now feel more comfortable if someone else was placed on her detail. I think her wishes should be granted.”

  “Something went wrong like what?” Jared asked.

  I swallowed. “I think there was some confusion about…about the nature of…the work I was doing for her.”

  “I’ve also heard there was some confusion about the shifts between you and Jones. Can you tell me why Jones informed me that the two of you had occasionally been switching locations, after I clearly stated you were to stay with Speaker Finley? Jones stated that he was under the impression that you had been given official word that such switches were to occur. But that’s funny—because I certainly never gave any orders on such a thing. So where did you get these orders from, Mr. Jackson? And don’t tell me Speaker Finley put you up to it. Speaker Finley is not your handler.”

  I lowered my head, ashamed. “It was my idea, sir. I told Speaker Finley that I could switch with Jones to check on Natalie from time-to-time.”

  “Do you have any idea how irresponsible that was of you?”

  “I do. And I’m sorry.”

  “I’m afraid sorry isn’t going to cut it. Not only did you disobey orders, but you blatantly lied on the job to cover your tracks. And based on reports I’ve heard from people who have spotted you in the presence of Natalie—or should I say the way you behaved with Natalie—I have reason to believe that your lies had nothing to do with the seriousness of your job, did it?” When I didn’t answer, he narrowed his eyes at me. “If you do not speak up, I will have no choice but to take your silence as a sign of your confession.”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Jared sighed and leaned back in his chair. “Unbelievable. I really cannot express how disappointed I am in you right now, Colt.”

  “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “If only ‘sorry’ could fix things. But it can’t.”

  Once again, a long silence stretched through the room. The sound of the ticking clock on the wall seemed to grow unnaturally loud. I swallowed again, despite my mouth being dry, as I waited to hear from him what my fate would be.

  But the longer the silence continued, the more I began to realize that I knew perfectly well what I wanted my fate to be. All the stress and frustration I’d been feeling began to dissipate with each passing second marked by the ticking of the clock on the wall.

  I thought about all the attempts that had been made on Speaker Finley’s life. Terrifying as they were, if anything, it had made me realize just how short life could be. None of us were promised today or tomorrow, and in reality, there was nothing anyone could do about it.

  And with life already being so short, didn’t we all deserve a shot at happiness?

  And if we knew without a doubt what would make us happy, it would be absolutely foolish to let it slip away.

  Fucking stupid actually.

  I didn’t want to be stupid anymore. I had already made enough mistakes in my lifetime.

  I cleared my throat. “Jared, I’m sorry for the inconvenience that I’ve caused. And after a lot of consideration, I want to make your decision easier. Therefore, I would like to let you know that from this day on, I officially resign.”

  CHAPTER 17

  Natalie

  “There you go,” I said, putting the finishing touches on the tie my father was wearing. He beamed and pulled me into a hug, which I gratefully returned. It felt like ages since I’d seen my father in person, and I had missed him.

  “So glad you could be here today, sweetheart. I know it’s been rough,” he said. “Hopefully we’ll have some time to catch up once this rally is over.”

  “Yes,” I said with some hesitation. While I would have loved nothing more than to catch up with my father, I
knew he still didn’t know the full story regarding what had happened with Colt, and why I had requested to permanently have another guard on my detail. It was a conversation I wasn’t looking forward to, to say the least. “Are you nervous?” I asked, changing the subject.

  Dad laughed. “Not nearly as much now that you’re here! You know you’ve always been my good luck charm!”

  “Really? I was afraid that I’d lost my place with Ms. Penson here!”

  “Oh, you hush up now,” Dad said, a slight blush coming to his face. It warmed my heart to see it though. Ms. Penson was the waitress from the restaurant we’d been at before the gunman ruined everything. I hadn’t been aware that she and my dad had stayed in contact afterwards, but I was certainly pleased to learn that they did. Things had been so stressful for him lately; he deserved someone to help him unwind every once in a while.

  The backstage curtain cracked open, and a young woman poked her head through. “Speaker Finley, you’re on in two minutes.”

  “All right,” he said. “Thank you.”

  Not before long, we heard the polite applause from the crowd as the opening speaker finished delivering Dad’s introduction. “Are you staying back here?” he asked before preparing to take the stage.

  I nodded. “Yeah. I’m not up for being in the crowd today.”

  “Okay. I’ll see you in a little bit then.”

  “Break a leg,” I said as my father disappeared behind the curtain and out onto the stage. His presence was greeted with thunderous applause, which made it overly abundant all of a sudden how popular he had become over these past few months. We didn’t want to celebrate prematurely, but all signs were pointing to him being in the lead as the vice-presidential pick. His popularity would undoubtedly give a much-needed boost to the presidential ticket, he connected with voters in a way that most politicians never managed to achieve.

  I had a feeling it wouldn’t be long before we looked back to these days as the simpler times…

  It was a bittersweet feeling indeed.

  I retreated farther backstage, where various people from my father’s political team smiled and offered me warm greetings. I politely said hello back, and made my way to the television room, where I could watch the live broadcast of my father’s speech and see how he worked the crowd. I’d heard him practice this speech before, he had recited it in the car, so I would know when he was nearing the end of it. When he got toward the end, I would meet him out on the stage, and we would wave at the crowd and shake as many hands as possible before leaving.

 

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