“Show her in.” I’ve told Gwen at least a hundred times that Reagan doesn’t need approval or an introduction when I’m alone, but she’s so old-school she refuses to just let her inside. I think she’s old enough to have been working back when LBJ was in the White House. She’s one of the most respected and well-known secretaries in the Senate, and I’ve been lucky enough to have her join my team.
Reagan walks through the door with the biggest smile and Gwen following slowly behind her. “Hey, babe,” she says, tossing her purse on the sofa next to the door.
“Is there anything you two would like?” Gwen asks, pushing her glasses up on her face and grabbing the door handle.
Reagan glances behind her and smiles at Gwen. We’ve both grown attached to her and feel her motherly love that she often shows us…even when she goes overboard. “We’re good, Gwen. Maybe just a little privacy.”
She eyes us both and rolls her eyes. “You two should really eat something. Let me order you a late lunch.”
I shake my head and glance at Reagan. “We have plans tonight, but I appreciate it. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off,” I tell her, because she’ll find at least five reasons to interrupt us in the next hour.
“That’s a great idea, Jude,” Reagan says in agreement as she walks around the desk and puts her arm around my shoulder.
“I don’t know.” She’s suspicious and still standing in the doorway.
“We’re going to be leaving in a few minutes. Go home and spend some time with your family.”
“If you knew my husband, you wouldn’t say such things. The man sleeps all day, snores like a freight train, and drives me crazy,” she grumbles and starts to walk out of the office. “Family’s overrated.” She closes the door, leaving us alone.
After we hear her drawer open and close and her thick high heels click away from us, we both burst into laughter. “She’s a trip,” Reagan says, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Yeah, she’s something. So how was your day?”
“Amazing,” she sings, climbing into my lap. “I met with a group of veterans, and I think I can really help them.”
Since joining me in Washington, Reagan has put her law degree to good use. She decided to take up my cause and is trying to make the life of service veterans better. She’s been representing the biggest veterans’ group in America and helping them try to get new legislation passed. Over time, their needs and welfare have fallen by the wayside, but she feels she can have an impact on how they’re treated and make sure they get everything they deserve.
“Yeah?”
“Yep.” She plays with the back of my hair just above my collar, and the tiny hairs on my arm stand up. “We’re drafting some solid legislation I think you can get passed. It’s going to be hard for politicians to say no to a war hero.”
Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, I say, “Politicians only do what makes them look good.”
“I know, but we’ll make sure to put the pressure on them. I have my ways, Senator Titan.” She giggles and wiggles her ass on my lap.
I pull her tighter against me and nuzzle my face into her neck, taking in the smell of her fancy perfume. “We have time for a quickie.”
Her hands push against my chest as she pulls her neck away from my face. “Oh, no, we don’t, mister. I told Kennedy we’d be at dinner by seven.”
“Didn’t you see her the other day?” I’m whiny because my cock could use a little attention after a long, stressful day on the Hill.
“It’s her birthday, Jude. Our first birthday together as sisters, and I don’t want to miss it for the world.” I want to argue the point, but she’s right.
Kennedy and Reagan formed a quick bond after she got over the initial shock of the situation. Reagan embraced having another sister quickly, and neither of them looked back. It didn’t matter how they came into the world; they’re now inseparable. Her brother Chris is attending grad school in New York, but she and Abby have spent time with both him and Kennedy since learning about them. I’m not sure things will ever be the same between Reagan and her dad, but she has no hard feelings for Kennedy and Chris.
Sitting at dinner, I watch the two sisters talk like they’re old friends, never separated by distance or circumstance. I can’t take my eyes off Reagan. She radiates happiness and love. Her capacity to open her heart and let go of the past is her best quality.
They look alike and even have the same mannerisms, even though they didn’t grow up together. But there’s a sadness in Kennedy’s eyes that disappears for a little while when Reagan’s around. Maybe it was growing up in the shadows, hidden away like a dirty secret, that I see on Kennedy’s face. She’s become accustomed to hiding it from the public, but around Reagan’s sparkle, it’s hard not to see.
“So how’s work going, Jude?” Kennedy asks while we wait for dessert.
“Couldn’t be better.”
“Said like a true politician,” she replies and starts to break into a fit of laughter.
“We’re not all full of shit,” I defend myself.
Kennedy gives me a quick nod and bites her lip. “You may be the only exception to that rule.”
