I pushed off the door and made quick work of throwing on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. Next, I tossed all of Carrie’s clothes into a box, along with the pink hangers, and shoved it under my bed. After I made my bed, I stepped back and did a once-over of my place.
It looked Carrie-free again, unfortunately.
I smoothed my hands over my hair, took a calming breath, and opened the door. Senator Wallington still stood there, looking as poised as ever. I motioned him in. “If you’d like to come in now, you can.”
The senator walked in, his gaze scanning the interior. His eyes seemed to touch upon anything and everything he could without digging through my drawers. I couldn’t help but shift on my feet uneasily. Knowing my luck, I’d probably missed something. Maybe I’d left out a shirt or a hair tie.
He turned to me with his brows up. “This big enough for you? I can get you a bigger place if you prefer.”
And just like that? The stress faded away. If he was talking about getting me a bigger apartment, I wasn’t getting fired. It pretty much ruled out the possibility of there being another security guy out here with us. If he knew I was in love with his daughter, I would be at the business end of a fist right now.
Everything had to be okay. And my father would still get his retirement pension, and all was okay in the world. Minus the fact that I was a big fat fucking liar.
I forced a smile. “I’m fine here, sir. It’s close to campus, and that makes my job easier.”
“Good.” He slid his phone into his pocket, his eyes on my bed. Could he tell that only a few hours earlier, his daughter had been with me in that bed he studied so closely? “Why do you have two surfboards in here?”
My breath slammed out of me. I eyed Carrie’s blue surfboard and thanked God she didn’t pick a girly one. “Why not? I like variety.”
He gave me a hard look and sighed. “Let’s go.”
“After you, sir,” I said quietly. I followed him outside, my palms sweating the whole time. I scanned the faces of the guards following the senator, then slid my shades onto my nose. “Cortez. Morris. Nice to see you again.”
“You look different out of a suit, Coram,” Morris said, his voice flat. “Like a surfer boy.”
I was a surfer boy, but I kept my mouth shut on that matter.
“You look different in one while standing in California.” I shrugged. “I need to blend in, so surfer boy I am.”
“Makes sense,” Cortez said.
“Yeah. How many of you are there out here?”
“Just us, to the best of my knowledge,” Cortez said, his eyes on the senator, who walked in front of us. “But with the senator?” Cortez caught my gaze, not dropping it. “You never know.”
Well, shit. That sounded an awful lot like a warning. “I’ll remember that.”
“You should,” Cortez said, motioning me forward into the town car.
I nodded to both of them, then slid into the back of the car, settling into the far side of the seat to make room for all four of us. I kept replaying Cortez’s words in my head, dissecting them and trying to make sense out of the whole thing.
My mind raced and my heart raced even faster. Was Cortez trying to warn me about something? Maybe he was trying to tell me that the senator had sent another man out here. If so, it would mean Carrie and I wouldn’t even be able to be together. Could I handle that?
I’d been waiting to come clean for my father, but if I couldn’t even see the woman I loved, would it be so cut and dry? Suddenly, I wasn’t so sure about that.
When the senator sat beside me and closed the door, I blinked at him. “Where’s the rest of your team, sir?”
“They’ll watch Carrie today. After all, I have you with me.”
“I don’t even have my weapon, sir.” I tapped my fingers on my knee. “It doesn’t go with the clothes.”
He waved a hand. “It’s fine. I doubt we’ll be attacked at breakfast.”
“All right.” I cocked a brow and buckled up, not sure how to take the senator’s behavior. “She’ll see them in those suits.”
“I know.” He shrugged and looked out the window, gripping the side of the door so tight his knuckles showed. His entire body screamed of impatience and anger and something a hell of a lot like knowledge. “She knows they’re here now, so she won’t question it.”
Okay, he had a point, but she wouldn’t like them being there. I fidgeted with my seatbelt, but forced myself to stop. It made me look guilty—which I was. Damn it, I hated this shit. Maybe I should come clean. Spit it out. Get it over with.
He wouldn’t really cut off my father without a penny, would he? I didn’t know, and I couldn’t take that chance. If it were just me, I would open my mouth right now and tell him I loved his precious daughter. I’d accept the consequences of my actions. But with Dad months away from retirement, I couldn’t take that chance.
I forced myself to nod. “That’s true,” I said, my voice stiff sounding even to my ears. “Do you have other guys besides me out here, sir?”
He looked at me, his eyes so like Carrie’s it gave me the creeps. Even though they were the same shade, they were completely unreadable to me. He also had a way of staring me down that made me want to confess all my sins. Hard. Cold. Calculated.
He clenched his jaw. “Have you seen anyone else following Carrie lately?”
“Just thought I saw a few shadows moving.” I shrugged. “Could’ve been my imagination.”
“Keep an eye on it. As of now, you’re the only one out here.”
Thank fucking God. “I will, sir.”
He tapped his fingers on the door. “If you need backup…”
“I don’t. I’m fine.” I adjusted my seatbelt again. “If that changes, I’ll let you know.”
“Are you juggling the Marines and my daughter with ease?”
Was it just me, or was that question rife with innuendo? “Yes, sir. I have to report for duty this weekend, but I’m sure she’ll be fine without me watching her. She’s proved to have a remarkably good head on her shoulders. You must be very proud of her.”
The senator smoothed his jacket, a look of pride taking over his face. Not a smile, but the closest thing I’ve ever seen from him that wasn’t directed toward his family. “Indeed, I am.”
“As well you should be, sir.”
He looked out the window. “Your father says hello.”
I swallowed hard. Part of me had hoped he would have come here, too. I missed him. “I look forward to seeing him once I return home for the holidays.”
“He was going to come along, but something got in the way.” The senator turned away, his jaw hard but his eyes somehow softer. “Something unavoidable.”
“Oh?” I loosened my seatbelt, my heart quickening at the odd reply. I hadn’t heard from my father a whole lot lately, and it hadn’t even registered on my radar with all the other shit I had going on, but now it was glaringly clear. “And what would that be? Is everything okay with him, sir?”
He looked back my way, and the momentary flash of emotion had dissipated. The relentless politician I was accustomed to had returned. “I think that’s something you need to talk to him about.”
That didn’t sound fucking good at all. What unavoidable thing could my father have had come up? “I’ll call him after breakfast, sir.”
“Good.” Senator Wallington looked out the window again, giving me a reprieve from the nonstop scrutiny. I’d never seen the man so damned restless before. “I have to say, I had my suspicions in coming out here. Suspicions that led me to come out here directly.”
And just like that, my heart stopped beating, then painfully accelerated. “Sir?”
“I knew Carrie was hiding something. I came here because I knew she wasn’t being completely honest with me, and n
ow I know what she’s hiding.”
My chest squeezed tight. “What would that be, sir?”
“Don’t you know already?” He leaned closer, eyeing me like a predator with its prey. “I think you do. I think you know exactly what I want to know, and you’re going to tell me every detail without leaving a single thing out.”
“I don’t know what you want to hear from me, sir,” I forced myself to say. My voice sounded pretty damn calm. I leaned back against the seat, even though I wanted to bolt and warn Carrie. My heart pounded in my ears, echoing like a drum solo in an empty room. “I’ve been doing my job. Watching your daughter. Keeping her out of trouble.”
He leaned forward and gripped my shoulder far too hard to be comforting. “Well, tell me everything you know.”
This was it. This was the fucking beginning of the end. Even knowing this, I forced myself to calmly ask, “About what, sir?”
He narrowed his eyes at me, for once not looking cold. No, he looked fucking pissed off. “Why don’t you tell me?”
Mom tilted her head, fingering the sleeve of the soft teal sweater in front of her. “I don’t know, honey. Which one do you think you’ll get the most use out of?”
“I like this one,” I said, my mind not really on the sweater. It was on Finn and the chemistry homework I’d never finished, and the lab I had to do tomorrow morning. “It’s a lighter shade.”
Mom nodded. “And feel how soft it is.”
I sighed, reaching out and touching the soft sweater, trying my best to look as into the whole shopping experience as she was. I’d never been able to last as long as she could, and today was no exception. We’d been shopping for three hours, and I was done. D-O-N-E, done. I didn’t care which one she bought thirty minutes ago, and I didn’t care now either.
It was a shirt. A shirt Finn would undoubtedly rip off me at some point.
“It’ll go better with your hair.” She held the sweater up to me, and I held my arms out as she studied my complexion. “Yes, this’ll do. Now, for some pants…”
I followed her, barely biting back a groan. Truth be told, I wasn’t much of a shopper, but she was, and it made her happy. I smiled and acted as if I cared what color socks I wore with my sweaters because it made her smile. As she combed through a rack of black jeans, I peeked over my shoulder for the ten-millionth time.
Finn still wasn’t out there. Just a pair of suits.
Where was he? Was I just not seeing him? For a while after our big fight, he’d done a good job at staying hidden from me. Maybe he was incognito or something.
“Oh, look at the pockets on these.” Mom pulled out a pair of black jeans with zippers on a bunch of pockets from the back of the rack. “They look like something a biker chick would wear, don’t you think?”
They did. I could easily picture myself sitting on Finn’s bike, wearing those pants and wrapping my arms around his waist. I bet he’d like them, too. For the first time this whole shopping trip, my heart picked up speed. “Yeah, and I like them. Are they my size?”
She looked at me with a raised brow. “Of course they are. I wouldn’t have pulled them out if they weren’t.”
“I’ll take them.” I smiled at her, my eyes still on the pants. “Thanks, Mom.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” She pursed her lips and looked at me, her eyes narrowed. I stiffened. Last time she looked at me like that, I’d been forced to get a haircut because it was fresh and fun. I’d hated it. “Shall we get you some biker boots to go with it?”
I tensed. She sounded suspicious. As if she knew I was riding a bike now. She couldn’t possibly know that. I forced myself to relax and smile. “Um, sure. Why not? They’re fashionable now. Maybe with some laces that go all the way up?”
She tapped a finger on her lip. “Your tastes have changed.”
“I’ve grown up.” I looked over my shoulder, searching the crowd outside for Finn. Still no sign of him. I turned back to Mom. “Is that so bad?”
She smiled and headed for the register. “Of course not. As a matter of fact, I think I like the changes. You look happier.”
That’s because I was. I had Finn. “I am, Mom. Really, really happy.”
“Good. And I’m glad you’re free of all the stresses from our life out here.” Mom stood in line, tapping her foot as she waited. “Last week, we hosted three senators and a governor for dinner. Everything was rolling along smoothly, but then, wouldn’t you know it? Christy got the flu and couldn’t make the dinner. We had to scramble for a replacement chef at the last second, and Dad was on a rampage.”
I flinched. I was all too familiar with the stresses that came with being a Wallington. “Who did you find?”
“The Stapletons loaned us theirs. He was delightful.” Mom looked over her shoulder, her eyes lighting up. “Hey, you remember them, right? They have a son who’s a couple of years older than you. His name’s Riley.”
I scanned my memory. I vaguely remembered a guy a few years older than me at Dad’s last gala, but to be honest, most of those events passed in a blur. “Blond hair, green eyes, and tall?”
“Mmhm.” She smiled even bigger. “You remember him.”
“Yeah, sure.” I shrugged. “He seemed nice enough.”
“Well, he wants to go sailing with you over the summer break.” Mom stepped forward in the line a little bit more. “They visited the night of the disaster, and we got to talking about you. You’ll never believe it, but he goes to school upstate, near San Francisco.”
I tensed. Why hadn’t I realized where this was going? “Mom…”
“Oh relax, dear.” She patted my arm. “It’s a sailing expedition, not a betrothal.”
I choked on a laugh. “I know, but I’m not looking for a boyfriend right now.” Because I already have one. “Besides, why would he be thinking about taking me out? He doesn’t even really know me.”
“Your father and his are in the same political party, as you know, so it’s an advantageous move for both families.” She sighed and hugged the clothes tighter to her chest. “You do know at one point, you’ll have to come home and play the game. Be the daughter your father needs you to be. Right?”
I stiffened and swallowed hard. In other words, I was expected to come home and marry a Stapleton like a good little girl. Yeah. That wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t need a Stapleton. I had a Coram. This was exactly what Finn had been worried about. And I’d laughed it off, as if it didn’t matter and would never come into play.
I’d been wrong. It did matter. Finn was smart to plan ahead.
“Mom, I’m not marrying someone to further Dad’s career,” I said, my voice low. “I love you, and I love him, but no.”
“You’re not going to marry a man for your father. That’s not what I meant.” She shrugged. “But you’ll marry someone who will be a benefit to the family, I’m sure. Someone who is worthy of standing beside a Wallington. You should take more pride in who you are.”
“I have plenty of pride.” I crossed my arms. “But you have too much. We’re no different than anyone else.”
“I didn’t say we were. You’re putting words in my mouth.” Mom sighed. “It’s hard to see the big picture when you’re so young.” She reached out and squeezed my arm, her eyes kind, even though her words made me want to scream. “You have time. There’s no rush for you to accept this all right here.”
I clenched my teeth. I wouldn’t be accepting it ever. “Mom.”
“It’s about more than what we want out of life. There’s your father’s career, the presidential campaign, the opportunities…you’re just too young to see that.” Mom dropped her arm. “Looks like it’s my turn to pay.”
Mom stepped forward and chatted up the store employee, acting for all the world as if she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on me and walked away. I fidget
ed and looked over my shoulder. Dad was out there talking to the suits, but still no Finn.
Not able to stand it another second, I pulled out my phone and texted him. Everything okay, Susan?
My phone buzzed and my heart sped up. Yeah, I’m fine. What are you up to?
I peeked at Mom, making sure she wasn’t watching me. Luckily, she was too busy chatting. Shopping with my mom.
Oh boy. Sounds…fun? Okay. I can’t lie. Not really. You know I’m not much of a shopper.
I held back a smile. Yeah, I know.
Are you going to buy something pretty?
I grinned. Like…?
I don’t know. A skirt for church? Maybe we could share it.
I snorted, then glanced up cautiously. Mom was almost finished. Uh-oh. We’re done paying. I have to go.
Okay. Hey, the sun is finally shining.
I looked out the window and smiled. It really is.
I shoved my phone back in my pocket just in time for Mom to stop yakking to the cashier. She looked at me, taking in my flushed cheeks more than likely. She arched a dainty brow. “What were you doing, dear?” she asked.
I scrambled for something to say and blurted out the first thing that came to mind. “Looking at used cars.”
“Cars?” Mom blinked at me. “Do you want one?”
I nodded frantically, wiping my sweaty palms on my thighs. “Yeah, someday. Something inexpensive to get around in, you know? I spend a lot in cab fare.”
“Okay.” She shrugged. “Tell your father. He’ll buy you one.”
“I will.” Not. If I told him, he’d buy me some expensive, top-of-the-line car. I wanted something old and rusty. Nothing fancy. I cleared my throat, ready to change the subject. “By the way, how’s your friend Mary? The one who went for surgery on Monday when we talked?”
“Oh, I think she’s better.”
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