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“I have a private dinner meeting tonight with Senator Jameson and his daughter, Julie, at the Palmetto Club,” I said. “Kathryn can’t go; she’s flying to New York this afternoon to have dinner with her father and do some damage control with the Van der Loons. I could really use someone on my staff there tonight.” I swallowed. “Will you join me?”
“I don’t— I mean, I…”
“Please,” I said, not caring that I was begging her. “I can’t think of a better person to be there than you.”
Her mouth twisted, pulling on one side of her face, but she didn’t break my gaze.
“The campaign needs you,” I said. “I need you.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Good.” I smiled. “And wear your black wrap dress. It’s my favorite.”
