What, I’m supposed to order him to come with me?
It kills me that I see the relief on Elliot’s face when he realizes I’m alone.
That my boy is right about this.
Kev healed up, luckily.
The shooter committed suicide in jail. Turned out he had terminal cancer.
And fucking hell, it also turned out Kev’s father, Congressman Markos, was behind hiring the shooter.
And he was behind Lauren’s death, and the death of Chris’ brother and sister-in-law.
And others.
Crimes committed by the shooter.
Fortunately, the fucker—Kev’s father—died of “natural causes” not long after being arrested.
What? It happens.
I mean, sure it was a coincidence that it happenedrightthen, but if you think anyone else looked more closely at it, or that the hurry to get the fucker cremated as soon as possible was anything other than simply wanting fast closure for all involved…
Well, you’d be on track there, but not like anyone’s ever going to say anything.
Case closed, and the United States government is saved a fuckton of money in prosecution expenses and keeping the asshole in jail.
There was incontrovertible proof he was guilty.
And absolutely zero proof left behind that his sudden death was anything other than universal karma playing out quickly, for a change.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it, even if I wasn’t able to participate in that particular karmic payback.
Things between me and Jordan are…
Theyare.
He hasn’t said anything else to me about Elliot running. My sweet boy doesn’t press, doesn’t tell me he told me so.
I love him, and he loves me, even though I’m sure he can see what this uncertainty is doing to me.
The psychologist is sick and tired of my whining and emo bullshit and says I should dump Elliot, marry Jordan, and move the fuck on.
But I can’t.
I don’t walk away from promises I make to those I love.
And I still love Elliot.
Spring turns into summer, and I sense a subtle restlessness in Jordan. When I ask him what’s wrong, he claims it’s just work.
I find out from Chris that Jordan’s been loaned out on a regular basis and is working on campaign stuff for Elliot. He’s helping Kev.
Making love between us starts to take on a frantic quality, mostly because it feels like he’s slipping through my fingers and I’m helpless to stop it, although I don’t know why I feel like that.
Or, maybe I do.
I go on a four-day trip with Shae to England and we return early on a Friday afternoon. I haven’t gone home yet, because there’s things I need to help her deal with, and Jordan was out of the office when I arrived.
