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are too old-fashioned. Besides, I wanted to earn my position, not have it given to me."
Prior to a few weeks ago, he'd thought of Sara as little more than a spoiled rich girl. Sure he knew she was well-educated, but he hadn't realized she used her education or had any aspirations for the future. Obviously he couldn't have been more wrong. Not only did she have aspirations, she wanted to achieve them through hard work like everyone else.
"Makes sense. But why Healy? I'm sure half a dozen senators or congressmen would love to have you on their team." Having the daughter of a popular president in your corner had to be a plus in politics not to mention she had a law degree from Harvard University.
"I liked his platform. It was something I could rally behind. Take this legislation of his for education. He understands the importance of boosting the sciences and technology in schools. Many of the senior politicians are stuck in the past and don't see that our schools are lagging behind in those areas." As she spoke more emotion poured into her voice.
Christopher raised both hands in surrender. "You don't have to convince me. I agree, remember," he said with a laugh.
"Sorry,” she said looking a bit sheepish, "this topic gets me a little emotional."
Christopher dropped his hands. "I never would've guessed."
"I think we have a good chance of getting it approved. When these ads run, I think people will realize how much the country will benefit and contact their senators urging them to vote for the bill. Senator Healy was right. You are the perfect spokesperson. Although I'm not sure he needs me too." Sara reached for her teacup as she spoke.
"You're wrong there. Trust me on this one." Christopher emptied his coffee cup and asked the flight attendant for more. "Are those the proposed scripts?" He glanced over at the papers in front of Sara. She'd been folding and unfolding the corners of the pages through the majority of their conversation.
Sara looked down and he got the impression she'd forgotten about the papers. "Yes. They were emailed to me late last night. For the most part they're good, but I thought we might want to tweak a few lines."
"We have time now. Why don't we go over them?” Christopher said coming to his feet. Before Sara could agree or disagree he moved to the other side of the table and sat down next to her. "May I?" He leaned closer and reached for the papers. As he did he caught the slightest smell of her perfume. A light flowery fragrance, it was the same one she'd worn in Hawaii and at the fundraiser. Normally, he didn't remember the smell of a particular perfume. Having grown up in a house with four sisters he had constantly been around it, but he couldn't tell you which sister favored what fragrance. Somehow though he knew the one Sara wore now was the same one from those other nights.
Sara released the papers. “I marked the sentences that I think need work."
It didn't take long for him to read over the material and commit it to memory. Just one of the benefits of a photographic memory, and he had never been more grateful for it than he was now. Sitting so close to Sara with her perfume teasing his nose destroyed most of his concentration.
Christopher shifted in his seat in an attempt to put more space between them. “I agree this sentence needs work.” He pointed at a sentence underlined in red. “Do you have any ideas?”
Sara reached for the papers and her hand brushed against his. “I wrote some ideas on the back.”
He looked up and his eyes immediately zeroed in on her lips. The memory of how perfect they felt against his made his body ache to hold her close and taste her again. How would she respond if he kissed her now? Would she push him away or wrap her arms around him?
“How do they sound?”
Her question intruded on his thoughts. He hadn't heard a word she'd read. “Sounds good.” He dropped his eyes back down to the papers. If he stopped staring at her
Prior to a few weeks ago, he'd thought of Sara as little more than a spoiled rich girl. Sure he knew she was well-educated, but he hadn't realized she used her education or had any aspirations for the future. Obviously he couldn't have been more wrong. Not only did she have aspirations, she wanted to achieve them through hard work like everyone else.
"Makes sense. But why Healy? I'm sure half a dozen senators or congressmen would love to have you on their team." Having the daughter of a popular president in your corner had to be a plus in politics not to mention she had a law degree from Harvard University.
"I liked his platform. It was something I could rally behind. Take this legislation of his for education. He understands the importance of boosting the sciences and technology in schools. Many of the senior politicians are stuck in the past and don't see that our schools are lagging behind in those areas." As she spoke more emotion poured into her voice.
Christopher raised both hands in surrender. "You don't have to convince me. I agree, remember," he said with a laugh.
"Sorry,” she said looking a bit sheepish, "this topic gets me a little emotional."
Christopher dropped his hands. "I never would've guessed."
"I think we have a good chance of getting it approved. When these ads run, I think people will realize how much the country will benefit and contact their senators urging them to vote for the bill. Senator Healy was right. You are the perfect spokesperson. Although I'm not sure he needs me too." Sara reached for her teacup as she spoke.
"You're wrong there. Trust me on this one." Christopher emptied his coffee cup and asked the flight attendant for more. "Are those the proposed scripts?" He glanced over at the papers in front of Sara. She'd been folding and unfolding the corners of the pages through the majority of their conversation.
Sara looked down and he got the impression she'd forgotten about the papers. "Yes. They were emailed to me late last night. For the most part they're good, but I thought we might want to tweak a few lines."
"We have time now. Why don't we go over them?” Christopher said coming to his feet. Before Sara could agree or disagree he moved to the other side of the table and sat down next to her. "May I?" He leaned closer and reached for the papers. As he did he caught the slightest smell of her perfume. A light flowery fragrance, it was the same one she'd worn in Hawaii and at the fundraiser. Normally, he didn't remember the smell of a particular perfume. Having grown up in a house with four sisters he had constantly been around it, but he couldn't tell you which sister favored what fragrance. Somehow though he knew the one Sara wore now was the same one from those other nights.
Sara released the papers. “I marked the sentences that I think need work."
It didn't take long for him to read over the material and commit it to memory. Just one of the benefits of a photographic memory, and he had never been more grateful for it than he was now. Sitting so close to Sara with her perfume teasing his nose destroyed most of his concentration.
Christopher shifted in his seat in an attempt to put more space between them. “I agree this sentence needs work.” He pointed at a sentence underlined in red. “Do you have any ideas?”
Sara reached for the papers and her hand brushed against his. “I wrote some ideas on the back.”
He looked up and his eyes immediately zeroed in on her lips. The memory of how perfect they felt against his made his body ache to hold her close and taste her again. How would she respond if he kissed her now? Would she push him away or wrap her arms around him?
“How do they sound?”
Her question intruded on his thoughts. He hadn't heard a word she'd read. “Sounds good.” He dropped his eyes back down to the papers. If he stopped staring at her
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