He assures me she won’t be a problem and that I have to trust him.
I will, because he’s never let me down.
Doesn’t mean I won’t feel nervous as hell, though.
There’s a knock on my outer door. “Come.”
It opens, and Jordan stands there. My heart flutters as I take in his tie, which matches mine today. “Mister President, it’s time.”
“Thank you, Jordan.” I stand and the two wonks stand with me. “Gentlemen, we’ll continue this tomorrow. Right now I need to go meet with my future in-laws.”
Damn, it feels great saying that. I should’ve done this years ago.
“Thank you, Mister President,” they say in unison. They immediately gather their things and file out.
Jordan’s smiling as he walks in and closes the door behind him. I grab my blazer and pull it on while Jordan adjusts my tie.
“You all right, boy?”
“Scared shitless, Sir,” I mutter.
Thank god I opted to go with my glasses today and not contacts.
He nods and tweaks my blazer’s shoulders, adjusting the lay of it. I button it and take a deep breath. “Am I presentable, Sir?”
He smirks. “Always,MisterPresident.”
Fuck, now I’m hard. Goddamn, he picked that up from Leo and nails me with it when I least expect it.
Just like Leo.
He indicates for me to go first.
We head out, leaving the West Wing and walking to Entrance Hall just inside the North Portico. This is where they will arrive. Leo’s already standing there, as are Casey-Marie and Angie. I was right; Leo changed into a suit and looks good enough to eat.
When he smiles and holds his hand out to me, I take it and he pulls me in for a quick peck on the lips, accompanied by the sound of camera shutters clicking.
It’s the most terrifyingly good kissever.
There’s a small press pool outside but the official photographer stands inside with us. Press isn’t happy they’re being kept at a distance but Casey-Marie and Angie have them well in hand.
Frankly, the press pool is terrified of Casey-Marie. I don’t understand why because in the history of Washington, DC, I don’t think any journalist has ever been legit terrified of a White House chief of staff, and here she’s cowed all of them.
Thank god she chooses to use her superpowers for good instead of evil.
“Declan have the day off?” I joke.
Her playful smirk tells the story. “He’s…otherwise occupied today, Mister President.”
I just bet he is. George probably has him either tied up or bent over something in their townhouse right now. Maybe even both.
Lucky bastards.
I haven’t seen Leo’s parents in a while. Now that I think about it, the last time was out in California, not long after Jordan left DC for Florida and I was still veep. That was around six years ago, if I’m not mistaken.
Oh, fuck.
They love Jordan and really only knowhimas Leo’s boyfriend.
