Normally, Lexi sat at the long Formica countertop at her mother’s diner, but this morning, she wanted to be able to talk quietly with Jarrod without running the risk of being overheard. She settled into the far corner where she had a view of the front door, and took a sip of her coffee. Although with her pulse racing the way it was, maybe she should have ordered tea.
She and Jarrod had made their ‘we’re a couple, now’ debut at the Trading Post a week ago, and surprisingly, no one had batted an eyelash. In fact, the whole reveal had been rather anti-climactic, which was just fine with her. Now that she was out of D.C., she was finished with drama. Sure, if she were elected mayor, there’d be drama, but not the high-stakes, stress-inducing, take years off your life drama. Of course, the city
