reporters.” He left the room, not quite shutting the door behind him.
“Dad, who was his reference?”
“The president.”
“Of the United States? POTUS? POTUS was his freaking reference?” Who the hell was this man?
Her father nodded. “I just had a nice chat with Zack Hayes. He claims Connor is one of the most honorable men he’s ever met and that I couldn’t be putting my daughter in better hands. He also invited your mother and me to a private dinner.”
“But he usually ignores you.”
“I don’t know that I would use the word
ignore
. We’ve met on several occasions, but he’s never met with me privately. Apparentlyyour bodyguard is also a POTUS whisperer. Lara, do you understand what it would mean to become friendly with Hayes?”
It would mean backing from a popular president. It would mean taking a bigger position within the party. It would mean her father could get his agenda pushed through. Still, Lara didn’t entirely trust Zack Hayes. She would likely never trust anyone who had reached such a pinnacle in politics, but there was something going on with this president. Her confidential informant had hinted that the leader of the free world was tied to some unsavory events. Then there was all the research she’d done on the murder of Joy Hayes.
She wasn’t so certain the president hadn’t had his own wife killed, and now it seemed her bodyguard was close to the man. And her father didn’t mind that one bit.
“Wait. Are you seriously pimping me out to get to the president?”
“Of course not. I would never do that.” He cleared his throat. “Although Connor is a very attractive man, Lara.”
Lara laughed, her whole body shaking with amusement. Her father sat on the edge of the bed, a smile on his face that faded after a moment. She let go of some of her worry. How close could Connor really be to Hayes? It was unlikely the president was best buds with a guy who seemed to be a drifter.
“I could have lost you.” He gripped her hand.
She squeezed his in return. “I’m okay.”
“Promise me you’ll let that man do his job. Baby, I couldn’t survive losing you. Your mother and I would . . .”
She leaned against the man who had been her rock for twenty-six years. He almost never understood her, but he’d always loved her just the same. “I promise.”
* * *
N ow that the police had asked Lara “a few” questions and left, Connor could finally get her home. He looked up and down the hospital’s sterile hallway. So far he hadn’t seen a reporter, but it didn’tmean they wouldn’t show up at any moment. He’d half expected them to be waiting when they’d pulled into the ambulance bay.
He made a mental note to start files on Lara’s friends. If they knew her secret, then they were as close as Lara claimed. They had to be pretty good friends if they’d known about her blog for this long and the secret still hadn’t come out. Still, even well-meaning people could fuck up at any point.
In his pocket, Connor’s phone buzzed. He slipped it out and walked just out of the Armstrongs’ earshot.
The pain in his shoulder flared up as he swiped his thumb across the screen. He’d taken some blows when he’d covered Lara’s body with his own. He would feel it in the morning. Maybe he could groan and whine a little and get her to massage his poor sore muscles.
Of course that turned another muscle of his hard and wanting. Damn, he had to admit they had chemistry. It was a dangerous thing.
“Hello?”
“So I just got a call from Senator Armstrong.”
As Connor made his way out of the room and the door shut behind him, he couldn’t help but smile. It wasn’t every day the president gave him a ring. “I should have warned you.”
“What? And made my day a little less surreal? Want to explain why I just gave you a sterling recommendation to an ally of mine?”
“I didn’t know you were close.”
“We’re not, but you gave me a convenient way to
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