It’s not just her beauty that has caught my attention, but her attitude. Reagan Preston is not a pushover. She also doesn’t like to be told she’s using her father’s name to get into office, even if there’s a hint of truth to it.
“Hank, pull around to the other side of the building,” Carl tells the bus driver. I want to argue with him because it’ll block my view of Reagan, but I keep quiet.
Carl grips the railing near the doorway, waiting to pounce as soon as we stop. “Wait here while I figure this out.”
“Yes, sir.” I salute him before he can get off the bus.
His face pinches. “You should be more serious, Jude.”
I lose the smile and give him a glare. “Completely serious.” Movement in the distance catches my eye. “You better hurry. I see Reagan’s camp coming this way.”
He’s grumbling something about having someone’s head on a platter as he steps off the bus. I kneel on the cushion, trying to get a better view and hoping to catch a glimpse of Reagan.
“Come on,” I whisper and grip the back of the seat cushion between my fingers with my nose almost touching the glass.
Dude—get your shit together.
When did a woman have me behaving like a horny teenager?
Pathetic.
I start to sit back down, deciding I’m not going to bethat guy, when I see her. My heart literally leaps into my throat.
I’m in so much fucking trouble.
I know it now like I knew it four days ago when I first laid eyes on her. Her dark hair is cascading down her shoulders, covering her breasts and sweeping across her body as she walks. She’s walking with her campaign manager, Lexi, and hasn’t seen me yet. Slowly, I back away from the window before she catches a glimpse of me staring at her.
Carl’s walking toward them, and his hands are flailing about. When I see Reagan’s body jerk backward, I head for the door.
Before I’m ten feet from them, I say, “Ladies, do we have an issue?” I’m staring at Reagan, and she’s glaring back.
“There’s not an issue,” she snaps and crosses her arms, pushing her breasts up.
My eyes are instantly drawn to their fullness. “You looked like you needed help.”
She pushes her tits higher. “Maybe if you were looking at something other than my breasts.”
I can’t stop the smile creeping across my face. I’ve been caught, but I don’t even care. “You looked like you needed something before you pushed your breasts practically out of your shirt.” My gaze travels slowly up her neck, and finally, we lock eyes.
“You’re a pig,” she mutters under her breath, but she does nothing to cover her chest.
Lexi coughs and breaks our moment. “We’ll be out of here in the morning. You’re not scheduled for your rally until then, but we’re spending the night in Fairbury too. Will this be an issue?”
My eyes are still locked on Reagan, and hers are staring at my forearms. It’s as if I can see her eyes moving, tracing every line in my tattoo.
“As long as we’re at different hotels,” Carl interjects.
“There’s only one in town, and the next hotel isn’t for a hundred miles.”
Carl grunts his unhappiness. “How is this even possible?”
“Carl.” I place my hand on his shoulder. “It’s fine. We’re all adults. We can share a hotel without killing each other.”
He rubs his forehead. “We can bunk on the bus.”
My head jerks back because I think I must’ve heard him wrong. “Did you say we’re sleeping on the bus?”
He nods and rolls his eyes. “Yeah.”
