Page 74 of Executive Decision
“Got it,” Daphne said. “It’s okay.”
The way she smiled melted me. The urge to kiss her grew stronger. Her gorgeous green eyes begged for more. I couldn’t do it, though—not here.
“I will be back. Promise,” I said.
I stepped to where Jo stood.
She pulled me in, “Is there something you want to tell me about Daphne Delphine?”
I did a double take.
“The minute you could, you went straight to her?—”
“She’s just a friend,” I lied.
“Well, I will remind you that you’re making a speech at the DNC in a couple of months—the speech to end all speeches. I busted my ass to help get you the keynote. The last thing that people want right now is to see you with a much-younger woman who isn’t even divorced and is the daughter of your notable dead best friend.”
I winced. “I am doing my best to keep it under wraps.”
“Mind yourself. Keep it quiet for now.”
She knew me too well. I worried that if Jo already knew, other people were soon behind. She was right. This was about to be my moment. Any concerns about conflicts of interest, would wait.
* * *
Daphne
I watched Cal work the room like a champ. I knew how to be a politician’s wife. I was used to being left to my own devices—as I had for the best part of the decade. This was different, though. I was the girlfriend no one knew about. It felt a little shameful, but a lot hot. I only agreed to attend for the chance to see Cal in a tuxedo.
When Cal returned, he looked winded and needed a drink.
“Need something to wet your whistle?” I joked.
“I’m so parched,” Cal admitted. “All the talking, you know?”
“I do,” I said. I didn’t want to admit how much I knew.
We approached the bar where I ordered another gin and tonic. He took a glass of champagne and took a long sip.
He kept his voice low, “You look downright stunning, Daph.”
I blushed.
“Don’t play coy. Youknowhow good you look.”
“I’m… well, glad you like the dress.”
“I do. But it’s not the dress. It’s everything.”
“I had a minor win today,” I admitted. “That is giving me some encouragement.”
“What is that?”
I nodded toward a woman in an expensive lace shawl. “Carlos and Caroline Menendez are interested in my luxury-focused concept. Thanks for giving me that heads up.”
Cal beamed. “That is great to hear. I want a full report later.”
My face dropped as I thought aboutlater.
