Alexandra made his day when she mouthed, “Thankyou.”
He tossed Gavin a nod and set off toward his truck with a very chatty Stacy B-L-U-N-K in tow. Stacy clambered into the truck and draped her white parka over her lap. His car wasn’t that warm. Her two-sizes-too-small sweater clung to her oversized breasts like a secondskin.
“How do you know Alexandra?” she asked as he drove out of theneighborhood.
“Miss Reed was interviewing me for a story before she got called to ArlingtonHill.”
“I’ve only been at the station for a few months, but I’m already trending,” Stacy said. “People are starting to notice me.” She pulled the giant clip from her hair and red waves tumbled down her shoulders. “We should go out for drinkssometime.”
“I’m seeingsomeone.”
“If things don’t work out—and I only mention that because Ipersonallylike leaving my options open—call,anytime. It’s a good policy. Don’t youagree?”
No, I don’t.Crockett cracked his window to get a breath of freshair.
She touched his arm. “I’m on every social media site, so it’s super easy to find me. B-L-U-N-K.”
Crockett drove over the 14thStreet Bridge and into DC. “How’d you get the White House gig? Isn’t that earned through experience andseniority?”
“Can you keep asecret?”
“If you mean, ‘Are you capable of keeping a secret,’ then the answer isyes.”
Giggling, she tossed her hair off her sweater. “Max, the station director, has taken me under hiswing.”
Crockett squeezed the steering wheel. His sister was God knows where. Alexandra was interviewing some seven year old about a snow day and this chick with no solid broadcasting experience was spending her days at the White House.Life is effin’ unfair.“Hope that works out foryou.”
“I’m not worried. Max has assigned Alexandra to be mymentor.”
Oh, Jesus, that’s gotta suck for Alex.“You’re lucky. She’s an Emmy-winningjournalist.”
She dismissed him with a wave of her hand. “Whatever thatis.”
“Seriously? Google it. You do know what Google is,right?”
Stacy laughed. “Of course I do,dummy!”
He pulled up as close to the White House as security would allow. Which meant she’d have to walk a couple of blocks. He threw the truck intopark.
“Can you get any closer? I’m inheels.”
“Not unless I want to getshot.”
Her ear-piercing squeal sent a shiver down hisspine.
“Your accent is super sexy. Where are youfrom?”
“Texas.”
“Where do youwork?”
“WildeInnovations.”
Her mouth fell open. “Noshit.”
“And I need to getthere.”
“Oh, right. What do you do atWilde?”
