Despite the fact that they spent the rest of the evening in bed, switching between cuddling, laughing, and climaxing—all of which she loved—Evie didn’t forget about the situation with Brad. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Political ambitions were one thing. But did they justify screwing around with someone’s life and reputation?
She’d known Brad since they were both kids, long before the Incident. Maybe she could find a way to get through to the old Brad.
So before the emergency meeting of the business coalition she called Brad and asked to meet with him.
With barely concealed smugness, he invited her to his campaign headquarters, which were located in a restored office building at the edge of the historic district. He’d taken over the entire bottom floor. The glass
