He drops beside me. “How was your day?”
“Good.” I inch a little closer even as he ducks his head—meeting me halfway for a short, light kiss.
“What are you two up to?” he asks, frowning at Jack and me playfully even as Jack scoots over to join the coddling, pressing his muzzle into Matt’s free hand.
“We’re enjoying the quiet. While your son sleeps.”
“How is my legacy?”
“Growing. My hips are permanently skewed outward from carrying him.”
He laughs.
“Come here, boy.” He strokes Jack behind the ear. “He’s wearing you down, isn’t he?” he asks Jack.
Jack licks Matt’s palm and makes a happy groaning sound, and Matt leaves his hand there, stroking him as he leans his head to look at me.
“You look tired.”
“I am tired. But now that you’re here, I’m getting a second wind. Tell me about your day.”
He groans. “I’d rather not wear you down even more. Tell me about yours.”
“Matty tried to mount one of the ducks in the pond, and he would’ve completely fallen in if Jack hadn’t stuck in his muzzle.”
“Really?” He arches an eyebrow at Jack, who’s just looking up adoringly at Matt with a gaze that begs his master to keep rubbing his ear. “Good boy,” he says, reaching with his free hand to stroke his thumb down my face. “You think we should get rid of the ducks, then?”
“Oh no. It’s like baby TV. Matty could watch them for hours.”
Matt laughs, his laugh making me laugh too.
Whereas we used to love to talk about politics—it was something that joined us—now we’re so immersed in it that we love talking about other things. Matt loves talking about normal things—I see him crave it, the normalcy he’s never had. But he was meant for greater things; normalcy is a luxury we don’t have. Sometimes, though, we make it for ourselves. And in those moments he’s just Matt, my husband, the father of my son, and the guy I love.
I lie on his chest and his voice is in my ear while we both pet Jack. “They have a lead.”
I nearly jump out of my skin. Not because of the words, because we’ve had leads before, but because of the true hope in Matt’s voice. “What? When? Who?” I demand.
“Patience, grasshopper,” he says, a smile touching his eyes before the somberness returns. “If all goes well, we’ll know soon enough.”
“Oh, Matt, I hope this is it,” I say, wrapping my arms around him, pressing a kiss to his neck.
I know how much he’s been looking forward to this, how every dead end has only doubled his resolution to keep his promise to his father.
Later that weekend, I have my first official outing, and we’re heading to a summit. Matthew proposed a carbon tax for all carbon-emitting industries that have been polluting the very air we breathe for years. He says that their continuing to do so is not an option.
He’s been discussing policy to me and in the meantime, I let my fingers wander along his abs, sliding along his hard stomach, to the thatch of hair underneath his belly button.
“With India, however . . .” He trails off and one of his eyebrows rises ever so slowly as he glances down at me in total interest.
I inch a bit closer and lean my head as I unzip him. He’s heavy and thick as I take him out. I curl my hands around the base of his shaft and lick the wetness at the tip, peering up to see him shut his eyes. I lick him more, and he exhales and opens his eyes, staring at me with an expression that is hot—completely raw—and the next instant his large hand is engulfing the back of my head, exerting pressure and urging me back down.
40
FBI NEWS
Charlotte
“Mr. President, the head of the FBI, Mr. Cox, wants to see you ASAP. They found him.”
Matt’s gaze falls on Dale Coin like an axe, demanding more.
“He’s got a presentation for you,” Coin adds.
A mix of dread, fear, sorrow, and hope knot inside me as I realize what this means. “Oh my god,” I breathe. Coin is talking about President Law’s shooter.
Matt’s eyes change; they fill with a fierce sparkling.
“Let’s go.” On his feet, he marches down the hall with Dale and three other men, who are updating him on what’s going on.
He pauses midway to the stairs, then cuts the distance back to me. He looks down at me, reading in my eyes how important it is to me. To the whole country. What it will mean to have justice shine.
“Come with me,” he says.
I exhale and nod in excitement, stepping beside him as we head to the Situation Room.
Everyone watches as we enter. Matt’s gone from staring at the room to now staring at me in a completely intense manner. He stops only when everyone begins to greet him. He greets them back and tells me to sit down.
They lower the lights—and then they’re out.
The wall before us flashes, and an image of a man with a beard and light blond hair appears.
“His name is Rupert Larson,” Cox says.
Matt clenches his jaw. “Go on.”