“What the fuck? I should just drop outta this fucking shit show!”
Taylor shook her head. “No, sir. You gotta finish what you’ve started.”
“Says who?”
“Says ya daddy, Junior,” Taylor teased. “You gon’ be president.”
Victor laughed. “Get this… I plan on naming Linc secretary of defense.”
Taylor saw that coming. Again, the Creeds were mirroring the Kennedys but hopefully without the curse.
“Does your dad know?”
Victor lifted a brow. “What do you think?”
“I think it was his idea.”
“It was,” Victor admitted. “But it's a really good idea. I can’t think of anyone better. There’s one problem, though.”
“What’s that?”
“Lincoln is buck like a wild colt at the idea.”
Taylor nodded. “I can see that. Lincoln doesn’t seem to have the patience for the bureaucracy of it all.”
Victor nodded. “He does not. Furthermore, Linc is a soldier. Although he was a high-ranking soldier, he was a soldier, nonetheless. He gave orders, yes. But they were orders given to him. I don’t think Linc wants the buck to stop with him.”
“That makes sense,” Taylor remarked.
“Turn here and to the back way,” Victor instructed.
Taylor turned but asked, “Why the back way?”
“Because the rest of our family have assembled in the parlor.”
Taylor laughed. The parlor was in the front of the house.
“Don’t laugh. I just want to spend some time with you before dividing our time with everyone else.”
Taylor nodded with a grin. “I can dig it.”
She drove over a hill and rounded a few curves until they reached the east end of the main house. After parking the golf cart near a door normally used by staff, Taylor and Victor got out and waited for Maya. When the driver parked the SUV, Maya hopped out smiling from ear to ear at one of the agents from Victor’s detail. She noticed them waiting by the door and hurried over.
“All good?” Taylor asked with raised brows.
“Oh, yes, ma’am,” Maya responded with a giggle.
With Vicky draped over his shoulder, Victor opened the door and held it open for them to enter.
Once inside, Victor got the attention of one of the busy staff members that were walking by. “Marisol?”
“Yes, Governor?”
Victor handed Vicky off to Maya. He nearly had to peel his reluctant daughter from his body. “Please show Maya to the nursery.”
Marisol smiled. “Yes, sir.”
Taylor kissed Vicky’s forehead. “Maya, the nursery is connected to a bedroom suite. That’s where you’ll be staying tonight.”
