“Afraid you were going to get shot over lunch?” Gray asked as they headed outside with their iced teas.
“Hey. You might be used to it. I’m not. No wonder you and your sister declined the protection.”
Gray shrugged as they took a seat by the pool. It was uncharacteristically warm for December, though there were outdoor heaters, so it was perfect to sit out on the patio.
“We’re both adults and it’s not like we’re minor children of the president. We didn’t need the protection, and they offered us the option. I think the Secret Service has better things to do with their time than babysit us.”
“True. Though they might enjoy going to all your races.”
Gray laughed. “I kind of doubt that. You know the nomadic lifestyle I live. They’d probably hate it. Not much action, and they told us both they didn’t consider us to be under any threat of danger, so it’s all good.”
“Glad to hear it.”
“So we’ve talked a lot about me and what’s going on with my life. Tell me about yours. Are you dating?”
This is where Drew could come out and tell Gray about him and Carolina. Not that they were dating, per se. They weren’t, really. Or maybe they were. They’d had sex a couple times, a fact that Drew was sure Gray wouldn’t want to hear about.
“Not really. Kind of busy with the start of the season, so I haven’t had any time.”
“You know, you’re not getting any younger. You might want to stop going through one woman after another and find one to settle down with.”
Drew laughed. “Oh, come on. Just because you’ve found the love of your life, now you’re going to try to get the rest of us to follow you along into a lifetime of happiness?”
Gray smiled and took a long swallow of his iced tea. “Something like that.”
“I’ll get around to it one of these days.”
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t found the right woman yet.”
Or maybe he had. He hadn’t ever given much thought to what happily ever after might look like, because for the past years he’d focused only on his career.
But now, he was at a strong place in his career, and he felt settled, at least in that respect. It was his personal life that felt unsettled.
Carolina was the catalyst for that. When she’d popped back into his life, he’d started questioning everything having to do with the “personal” part of the equation. Suddenly, he was seeing how she fit into that part of his life.
Only he knew she would never see it that way. He knew she was only focused on her career, and not on having a relationship with him.
But were the two of them even compatible?
He liked having sex with her. And she was fun to be around.
They were just beginning to get to know each other.
It was too soon to start thinking about that happily ever after.
“You never know when that right woman will walk into your life,” Drew said, staring out over the water.
“Spoken by someone who thinks they might have already found her?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“So far, you haven’t said much of anything. We used to talk about women all the time.”
Drew cocked a grin. “That was back when we thought of women as conquests. Something to brag about. I’d like to think we’ve grown up some.”
“True. So if you have someone you’re not talking about, she must be special.”
“Maybe.” He was treading treacherous waters here, and he should just shut the hell up before he drowned.
“Then I’ll respect that. Let’s go play some pool.”
Relieved to take that subject off the table, Drew stood. “Now you’re talking.”
They went into the game room and immersed themselves in pool and darts and watching TV. Even the vice president joined them in a game of pool until Aideen called them for dinner.
They had steak and shrimp with a really damn fine wine. They talked the state of the country with the vice president, along with just about every sport on the map. They probably sat at the table for a couple of hours. It was the most relaxing and fun dinner Drew had had in a long time. It was good to catch up with Gray, and it was great to see him connect and have fun with his dad.
Drew even forgot about the Secret Service guys hanging around.
“When do your Secret Service guys eat?” he asked the vice president.
Mitchell laughed. “I don’t know. Hey, Paul, when do you eat?”
“We swap off, sir. Gage and I will have dinner when we switch with Rogers and Bennington at eight p.m.”
“Ah. I see. Looking forward to Aideen’s steak and shrimp?” the vice president asked.
“Very much so, sir.”
Drew smiled. Very official. And the guy hadn’t so much as moved. He supposed that was a good thing, but he’d bet the guy noticed every movement around them.