Lynn twisted her ring again. “It’s always that thing that you don’t see coming. And it’s always sex. Next time, remind me to back a nerdy candidate. Maybe president of the chess club or something.”
“These days, nerds are hot,” Cara pointed out.
“That’s because we expect them to grow up rich.”
“That’s why I hang out at the local internet café looking for dates.”
Lynn grinned, putting a little life into her exhausted expression. “I should have married a nerd in high school.”
“Instead of a smoking-hot navy captain?”
Lynn gave a self-conscious shrug, but her eyes took on a secretive glow. “It was spring break. And he rocked those dress whites.”
“You didn’t even look twice at the nerds,” Cara accused.
“The hormones want what the hormones want.”
Cara’s brain conjured up a picture of Max, but she quickly shook it away. “Have you spoken to Ariella?”
“Nobody can find her.”
“Can’t blame her for that.” If it had been Cara, she’d have crossed the Canadian border by now.
“Think you can find her?” Lynn asked.
Cara would love nothing better than to find Ariella and make sure she was okay. But she wasn’t going to abandon Lynn to go on a wild-goose chase. “You need me here.”
“We can live without you.”
“Just what every woman wants to hear. You’re going to have to give a statement to the press today. And you need me to write it. You need to get some sleep.”
Cara wished she’d had more than three hours’ sleep herself. She knew she had to pay more attention to things like eating and sleeping now that she was pregnant. But time for sleep and time to prepare nutritious meals were pretty hard to come by while working for the president. Especially during this crisis.
“I will get some sleep,” Lynn agreed. “Barry’s working on a statement, and we’ll put the press off until the afternoon. Do you think you’d be able to find Ariella?”
Cara got to her feet. She had to believe her womb was a safe place for the first few weeks of gestation no matter what chaos was going on outside it. She reassured herself that many women wouldn’t even know they were pregnant this early.
“I can try,” she told her boss.
“Then go. Get out of here.”
Cara headed for her own office, quickly retrieving her coat and purse. If she could find Ariella, at the very least they could offer her Secret Service protection. She wrapped the scarf around her neck before heading out into the snow.
If the story was true, Ariella would need protection for the rest of her life, and that would only be the start of the chaos. Merely being a member of the White House staff had sent Cara’s personal life into a tailspin. She couldn’t imagine what Ariella was going through.
ISBN: 9781460310069
MILLIONAIRE IN A STETSON
Copyright © 2013 by Barbara Dunlop
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Epilogue
Excerpt
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