This motherfucker…
“When is my induction ceremony?”
“Saturday.”
Fuck. That means Greer and I will have to postpone our departure. My mind races. I’m not going to back out of this trip. We’ll just have to adjust a few things.
“In Dallas?”
“Yes.”
“See you then.”
I end the call, resisting the urge to throw my phone across the fucking room.
Instead I send Somya a text.
Somya
Change of plans. Don’t set up any meetings with the women.
I swore years ago to protect Greer no matter what. But it seems I might have to go against my word to keep her safe. And I will keep her safe. No matter the cost.
11
Grant
Greer
You’ve been quiet these past few days. Is everything okay?
No, but it will be when I get to see you.
Has that line ever worked?
You tell me. You’re the first person I’ve used it on…
Okay, it worked a little…
Good. Are you free to chat?
I am.
She answers on the first ring.
“Hello?”
I exhale. “It’s good to hear your voice.”
“You, too. I’ve missed you.”
“Me, too.” I pause, hating to do this. “I have an unexpected meeting in Dallas the day before we leave. If I make the arrangements, can you meet me there, and we can fly out as planned?”
“Is everything okay?”
No. “Yes. Just a last-minute campaign issue.”
Her tone is playful. “Well, I suppose it’s my patriotic duty to accommodate your presidential campaign.”