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Authors: Jeanne McDonald
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I’m a genius.
“Okay.” Liam nodded, grazing over a few of my notes I’d thrust into his hands.
“Okay?” I replied back in shock. “Just okay?”
Liam leaned back into the sofa, crossing his leg over his knee. “I hired you for your expertise, Elizabeth. Everyone claims you’re the best and from what I’ve seen so far, they’re not far from the truth. If you believe this is the best way for me to announce my candidacy, then I’m on board.”
I’d expected a fight. Some sort of argument. Not a simple okay . “Well, alrighty then.” I reached for my pile of paperwork and sifted through it. “Next we need to go over policies and strategies. I need to know where you stand on certain issues. If Keating is running, which I have my feelers out to verify, then she’s going to come out pitching, and we need to be ready to bat.”
Liam crossed his arms over his chest. “You really love your baseball metaphors. Are you a fan?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Nope. Never seen a game in my life. Would you prefer I start using basketball metaphors?” I jibbed.
Liam let out a good, hardy laugh. “The ball’s in your court.”
“Damn! That’s the only one I know,” I whined.
“There’s always ─ slam dunk, home court advantage, no harm, no foul, and my personal favorite, full-court press,” Harper jumped in.
Liam and I turned to look at Harper, both a little stunned that he’d pulled those out of thin air so fast, but also a little surprised he was still in the room. I scratched my jaw and chuckled. “Well, I guess I’ll add those to my list and use them when necessary.”
Liam shifted his eyes back to mine, his smile cool and inviting. “You better now that you have them in your arsenal.”
I rolled my eyes and fought back a laugh, tapping my well-manicured nails on the papers sitting in my lap. “Okay, smarty pants, let’s get to work here. Policies, first.”
“Ugh. This stuff bores me,” Harper groaned. “I’ll be in the stables if you two need me for anything.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head, his joints cracking with the movement. “And please, no bloodshed, you two. They just cleaned the carpets this morning.”
“If I must spill any of his blood, I promise to keep it off the carpets.” My eyes cut to Liam whose lips were pursed in a mocking grin.
“I’m not one to lie, so there’s no way I’ll make that promise.”
I shook my head. “You might want to grab us a tarp then, Harper. Looks like the gloves are coming off.”
“Seriously, woman? A boxing idiom?” Liam squawked.
“Make that two tarps!” I hollered at Harper who was already halfway out the door.
After Harper left and Liam was able to calm his snarky laughter, we spent the next two hours discussing strategies and policies. Debates became heated. Creative ideas flowed between us, almost as if we were one mind. I was astonished by how many good ideas he had. Good, but I made them better. By the time we were done, I was exhausted but excited. It’d been ages since I had a campaign thrill me this much.
Usually my clients simply took my word for things, always giving me and my staff carte blanche on all aspects of a campaign. Not Liam. He wanted to be hands on with everything. Compromises were made, plans slated. I felt like a kid in a candy store, or better yet, a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked.
By the end of it all, Liam and I were sitting so close our knees touched. I became immersed in the musky hints of his cologne and the heat emanating from his skin. Light touches and soft, innocent brushes of our skin left me aching for more. There were two things, however, that kept me grounded ─ his age, but more importantly, his candidacy.
“Well, I guess that covers the prelims.” I tossed the pen I’d been chewing on to the table.
Liam slumped back into the cushions of the sofa, his size fourteens brushing against the back of my ankle. “You know, after all that, I’m a little
“Okay.” Liam nodded, grazing over a few of my notes I’d thrust into his hands.
“Okay?” I replied back in shock. “Just okay?”
Liam leaned back into the sofa, crossing his leg over his knee. “I hired you for your expertise, Elizabeth. Everyone claims you’re the best and from what I’ve seen so far, they’re not far from the truth. If you believe this is the best way for me to announce my candidacy, then I’m on board.”
I’d expected a fight. Some sort of argument. Not a simple okay . “Well, alrighty then.” I reached for my pile of paperwork and sifted through it. “Next we need to go over policies and strategies. I need to know where you stand on certain issues. If Keating is running, which I have my feelers out to verify, then she’s going to come out pitching, and we need to be ready to bat.”
Liam crossed his arms over his chest. “You really love your baseball metaphors. Are you a fan?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Nope. Never seen a game in my life. Would you prefer I start using basketball metaphors?” I jibbed.
Liam let out a good, hardy laugh. “The ball’s in your court.”
“Damn! That’s the only one I know,” I whined.
“There’s always ─ slam dunk, home court advantage, no harm, no foul, and my personal favorite, full-court press,” Harper jumped in.
Liam and I turned to look at Harper, both a little stunned that he’d pulled those out of thin air so fast, but also a little surprised he was still in the room. I scratched my jaw and chuckled. “Well, I guess I’ll add those to my list and use them when necessary.”
Liam shifted his eyes back to mine, his smile cool and inviting. “You better now that you have them in your arsenal.”
I rolled my eyes and fought back a laugh, tapping my well-manicured nails on the papers sitting in my lap. “Okay, smarty pants, let’s get to work here. Policies, first.”
“Ugh. This stuff bores me,” Harper groaned. “I’ll be in the stables if you two need me for anything.” He stood up, stretching his arms over his head, his joints cracking with the movement. “And please, no bloodshed, you two. They just cleaned the carpets this morning.”
“If I must spill any of his blood, I promise to keep it off the carpets.” My eyes cut to Liam whose lips were pursed in a mocking grin.
“I’m not one to lie, so there’s no way I’ll make that promise.”
I shook my head. “You might want to grab us a tarp then, Harper. Looks like the gloves are coming off.”
“Seriously, woman? A boxing idiom?” Liam squawked.
“Make that two tarps!” I hollered at Harper who was already halfway out the door.
After Harper left and Liam was able to calm his snarky laughter, we spent the next two hours discussing strategies and policies. Debates became heated. Creative ideas flowed between us, almost as if we were one mind. I was astonished by how many good ideas he had. Good, but I made them better. By the time we were done, I was exhausted but excited. It’d been ages since I had a campaign thrill me this much.
Usually my clients simply took my word for things, always giving me and my staff carte blanche on all aspects of a campaign. Not Liam. He wanted to be hands on with everything. Compromises were made, plans slated. I felt like a kid in a candy store, or better yet, a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked.
By the end of it all, Liam and I were sitting so close our knees touched. I became immersed in the musky hints of his cologne and the heat emanating from his skin. Light touches and soft, innocent brushes of our skin left me aching for more. There were two things, however, that kept me grounded ─ his age, but more importantly, his candidacy.
“Well, I guess that covers the prelims.” I tossed the pen I’d been chewing on to the table.
Liam slumped back into the cushions of the sofa, his size fourteens brushing against the back of my ankle. “You know, after all that, I’m a little
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