Page 94 of Tempting God

“Maybe, though I doubt Blanc would be foolish enough to openly support him, since the Elite Members have pledged to back me in the election.”

I glance at my husband. He’s looking at the TV, an intense expression on his face.

“Something is bothering you.”

He exhales. “Charles has asked to push the Brotherhood meeting. Says he can’t be there next month because he’ll be out of the country with Aimée.”

“She hasn’t mentioned a trip.”

“I doubt there is a trip, or, if there is one, it’s a solo trip. One where he can meet with some of our international members and try to sway them before the vote.”

“You said Brooks has done a good job of finding supporters in the States. Are you thinking it’s not enough now?”

“I’m not sure.” He meets my gaze. “And that’s what worries me.”

“If the members vote against changing Rule 84, then we’ll try a different approach.” I touch his arm. “Change is going to happen, and you’re going to be the one to lead that change.”

“The face of the revolution,” he murmurs.

“Exactly.” I stand. “Come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“To bed. I’d like to show the future President just how much faith I have in him.”

He stands, too.

“Does this mean you’re going to put your mouth to work?”

I laugh. “Yes, husband. I’ll put my mouth to work because I know you’ll return the favor.”

“Hell yes I will.”

Hand-in-hand, we make our way to our bedroom where we both make good on our word.

And I fall even more in love with Grant Carter.

21

Grant

We’re four months away from the election and somehow, I’m still ahead in polls. But I can’t shake the feeling that something is looming in the distance. Something bad that will shake up everything.

Brooks and I sit in my backyard, drinking beer. This is a rare occasion where both of us are in town at the same time. I asked him over where we can speak without the fear of being overheard. Our wives are out, enjoying a girl’s night. They didn’t even fight us when we said both of their security details would accompany them to the spa and movie theatre.

Brooks asks, “How’s Greer feeling?”

“Better now that the morning sickness has passed. Hannah?”

“Same.” He grins. “The twins were sucking their thumbs at the last ultrasound. It was the most fucking adorable thing I’ve seen in my life.”

“Still don’t know what you’re having?”

He shakes his head. “Hannah wants to be surprised. Said it’s one of the few things we have no control over. Funny thing is, I agree with her.”

Greer and I know what we’re having, but we’re keeping the information private. No one needs to know until the Brotherhood has changed things on their end. And fucking Blanc keeps pushing back the meeting to vote on Rule 84. If I wasn’t so busy with the election, I’d be pressing him about it, which I’m sure is what he counted on.

“Have you spoken to Moretti? How’s Isa and little Luca?”

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