Page 31 of Bona Fide

I raise a brow. “Is he? I can’t see past all the bullshit.”

Andy snickers. “Not all politicians are like Grant, Rea.”

"Yeah? Why don't you come work with me, and we'll get your mind changed real quick."

"You're still sour over Grant," he deadpans. That's when I let my brows furrow, and my nose crinkle.

“Um, no. I’m not heartbroken over my ex-fiancé.”

“I didn’t say heartbroken.”

I fold my hands in my lap to keep from really making it evident that something more is wrong with working for Wade. “Then what would you say?”

"You let that world suck you in. You made bad decisions, and you still don't forgive them or yourself for the way you've changed." He holds up his hand to keep me silent. "And not for the worse, it's good to have a guard up at times, but the governor is—"

“Married.” My teeth immediately grip together off that word that just won’t stop playing in my head.

He’s married.

I’m a fucking idiot.

So, to what Andy’s been saying, I haven’t changed a bit. I’m still the moron who fucks politicians when I know damn well it’s a bad idea.

Andy perks a brow. “Really? I didn’t see anything about that.”

“I didn’t either.”

His eyes widen. “You Googled him?”

“Once. Looked up his Wikipedia page. The rest of the pages were just his Democratic run for president and shit."

“Why does it sound like you care?”

A mirthless laugh escapes my lips. “You don’t think it’s shady that all talks of his wife have disappeared off the internet?”

"Maybe they haven't. Maybe you didn't scroll down enough, or it happened a few years ago."

"I have enough going on with the holidays to be worrying about his life or the fact that—" My phone vibrates in my pocket, halting me from speaking more about the dude I don't want to discuss anymore.

Thank fucking God.

Yanking out my phone, Andy finishes off his drink but doesn’t stop the conversation.

Yeah, I'm going to let him get drunk, so he can't form sentences.

“I’d tap the fuck out of that if he was gay,” Andy continues. “Maybe I can fix that. When is his next event? I want to come.”

Chase: The biggest bar night of the year, and I'm still stuck in the office.

Chase: Did you have the beer for me?

Me: Two already, so technically yes.

Me: But not with you in mind.

"He has a charity event coming up for Christmas, but it's exclusive," I tell my friend. "I'll see if I can slip you in instead of Sadie. She keeps talking about how much Christmas shopping she has to do, so she'll probably be grateful."

"Just let me know the date, and I'll be there."

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