Page 79 of Don't Lie to Me

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Page 79 of Don't Lie to Me

I bit back a laugh.

Jack’s eyes came back to me, and while he was still distant, they were at least slightly softer when he glanced at my mouth before moving up to my eyes.

He smiled lightly. “I need you to tap your shit down and trust me. And trust that this will be over soon and I’ll explain the rest.”

“Okay, Jack.”

“Good.” He looked to Dean with a visibly pained expression. “Get her home. And keep her safe.”

As we walked away, I heard Jack shout, “And keep your hands off her.”

I laughed and from behind me, I knew Dean was doing the same. “He’s an intense asshole, isn’t he?”

He really had no idea.

“Sorry!” Logan shouted with glee as he picked his card from the top of the pile. We were in the middle of our fifth and never-ending game of Sorry!.

I moaned into my hands and cried out, “You’re killing me kiddo!” He really was. How a five year old could kick my ass in Sorry! I had no idea. But he did, almost every single time. Currently he had three of his blue guys at home, while I had all four of mine – make that three, now, spread throughout the board.

My phone rang on the kitchen counter, but I ignored it. I hadn’t spent nearly as much time with Logan as I was used to. With him spending more time with Marcus and having sleepovers, I was missing my favorite little man.

Logan simply laughed and filled his mouth with a handful of popcorn, half of which ended up in his lap and on the floor, while he moved his last piece from Start and kicked my red little piece back to home.

“You know, buddy,” I said teasingly while wiggling my eyebrows. “Someday you’re going to beat me so bad, I’m not going to play anymore.

It was a lie and he totally knew it. Smart little kid that he was.

He shrugged a shoulder and wrinkled his nose, a move so similar to Marcus that it now made me smile. It really was amazing how much of a mirror image he was to his dad. “Dad will play.”

“Ouch!” I said and reached across the coffee table, tickling him.

I don’t know what brought on the feeling, but suddenly as we were laughing and rolling over the floor, a tingle went down my spine and my head snapped up.

And my jaw dropped at what I was seeing on the television.

Oh my god. Marcus was right. Shit was about to get fun, and I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

Completely forgetting about Logan or the game we were playing, I sat back down on the couch, vaguely heard my phone ringing on the kitchen counter again, and turned up the volume so I could hear what was going on.

I had the television muted while Logan was awake, but I had to hear this.

Because on the screen, on a stage in what looked like a press conference, was Senator Whitmore, and behind him, Marcus. He looked grim and all sorts of pissed off as he stood still as a statue with his shoulders tense and hands shoved into his pockets. A scowl on his face showed he was not happy with whatever the hell was going on.

As soon as the volume was high enough to hear, Logan turned to the TV.

“Hey, that’s daddy!”

“I know buddy,” I shushed him, rudely, but was too enraptured in the scene taking place to apologize. “Go put your pajamas on, Logan.”

“But mom!” he whined, as soon as I heard something that surely couldn’t have been anything about leaving office come out of the Senator’s mouth.

Oh my…..shit.

“Now, Logan.” I shot him my most serious don’t-mess-with-me look and turned back to the screen as he walked down the hall.

It was just in time to hear the Senator’s closing remarks. “I ask that you respect my family’s privacy as we get used to finding our new normal outside of our public office. To my constituents and the voters and others who have supported me for the last twenty five years while I’ve been in office, thank you for helping me make Illinois the great state it is today.”

He closed his eyes briefly before turning his head to Marcus. He nodded once while Marcus stayed as still as he had been the entire time. Had I not known that they didn’t have any sort of relationship to speak of, it would have looked almost resigned, and like a father needing comfort and support from his son.


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