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Hope bloomed inside my body.

“What do you say, Jaci? Ready to turn the political circuit on its ass?”

For the first time in months, I felt the tug of happiness enter my body, and I leaned into Veer, smiling. “Yes.”

“Good.” There was a roughness to his voice that told me he was being filled with the same overload of emotions I was.

I stood on tiptoes and kissed his forehead. Veer gripped my nape with his other hand and tilted it up. Water dripped from his hair and down the side of his beautiful face.

“Just so you know, I came here with the intention of begging you to keep me, but you beat me to it.”

“Well, I guess you can’t win them all.”

“True, true.” His eyes lit up, and a wide grin touched his lips. “You know what this means?”

I couldn’t help but smile up at him. “What?”

“You’re going to have lots of politically hybrid babies with a liberal.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes. I may even convince you to come over to the dark side.”

“I love you, but it won’t make me change my views.”

“Say that again.” His tone grew soft and his gaze intensified.

I ran my thumb down the scar on his cheek, across his lips, and then leaned up to kiss him.

“I love you, Veer George. Let’s make some politically hybrid babies.”

“I suggest we start this very moment.”

Epilogue

Veerand I entered Ashur’s Houston campaign headquarters to cheers and shouts. Banners, American flags, and confetti filled the room, as did the incredible number of supporters. Tara and Ashur smiled when they saw us, waving at us to join them.

The two of them had grown into a level of tolerance for each other that never betrayed that the true nature of their relationship was a business deal. What they seemed oblivious to was the sexual tension that floated around them whenever they were in a room. The media loved to comment on the chemistry between them and how they couldn’t wait for their large wedding.

Veer loved to make sly comments about how Ashur watched his fiancée as a man ready to lick every inch of her, fuck her, or do both. Which would result in a “fuck off” or a scowl. Tara, on the other hand, could handle Ashur’s presence with cold indifference, something I knew was a complete front.

As we made our way down the walkway, various campaign staffers hugged us. There was a spirit of victory in the room, even though nothing was official. The last of the voting polls

were near closing with the Kumar-George ticket in the clear lead. Once California came in, there was no going back. Ashur would become the next President of the United States.

We stepped onto the stage to another round of cheers. Veer stepped in the direction of where Ashur stood, but then turned back to me.

“Wish me luck.” Veer tucked a lock of hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead.

“No luck needed, soon-to-be former Governor George. You have this in the bag.”

He snorted. “You’re too confident, Senator Camden-George.”

I smiled. Two months ago, we’d married in an intimate wedding on my parents’ estate in Louisiana. My heart seemed to skip a beat whenever I thought about marrying the man I loved and the possibility of still achieving the future I’d planned for since childhood. I knew nothing was guaranteed, but there was still a chance. Of course, there were grumblings about my rekindled relationship with Veer. However, I couldn’t give two shits what the old boys’ club thought.

“It’s not confidence, baby. It’s a sure thing.” I gripped the lapel of his suit.

Veer’s face grew concerned for a split second. “This means you’ll have to wait a little longer.”

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