saved the woman’s marriage but ultimately, Miles had settled out of court for a tidy financial sum from Kaminski and the paper that had printed the photograph, money he’d turned around and donated to a local charity.
“Ever since then, the guy’s been gunning for me,” he told Lanie. “I can make him regret this, too,” he added, “but not fast enough to keep those pictures out of the papers. I’m sorry,” he said again, even though he knew the apology was cold comfort.
“How bad could it be?” she said, obviously trying to inject a cheerfulness into her voice that she didn’t feel. “I mean, we weren’t doing anything. Yeah, you had your shirt off, but we weren’t standing close to each other. We weren’t even facing each other. We’ll just explain what happened and have a good laugh over it. And who knows? Maybe the pictures will be so innocent, there won’t be anything for Kaminski to sell to anyone. This could all wind up being one huge nonevent.”
Miles wished he could believe that was true. But he knew Kaminski. And he knew the American public. Kaminski would do his best to make Miles and Lanie look their worst. And the public would eat it up with a spoon, because everyone loved scandal. Especially a sex scandal. Especially a political sex scandal. Especially close to an election. Even if Lanie’s father wasn’t involved, the publicity could do damage to what Miles recalled now was a narrow lead in the polls.
“I hope you’re right,” he told Lanie, feeling a cold lump settle in the pit of his stomach. “I really hope you’re right.”
“Just wait,” she said, smiling again, a smile that was so unbelievably hopeful Miles wanted to put an arm around her and pull her close. “Everything will be just fine,” she said brightly. Too brightly. “Probably, no one will even see the photos, because they’ll be buried on page nine of the society section, and they’ll just look like two people who had a little too much to drink at a party. God knows, it won’t be the first time a paper has said I was overly intoxicated. In spite of the fact that I never drink anything but club soda at public parties.”
Miles wished he could share her conviction. But deep down inside, he had a very bad feeling about this.
Four
Governor Tom Meyers leaned back in the big, gubernatorial chair behind the big, gubernatorial desk in his big, gubernatorial office at the big, gubernatorial mansion in the not-so-big—but still gubernatorial—city of Austin and sighed with much satisfaction. The new polls had come out yesterday morning, and he was still ahead. Not by much, maybe, but he was still there, firmly entrenched in the hearts and minds of most Texans. Unless something went very wrong, the office was his for a second term.
He loved being governor of Texas. He loved being numero uno in the biggest, baddest, most kick-ass state in the union. Yeah, people said Alaska was really bigger, and, geographically speaking, he supposed that was true. But Alaska wasn’t near as seasoned as Texas was. It didn’t have the population, the big cities, the history, the character, the reputation.
And it sure as hell didn’t send governors to the White House.
Yeah, the White House. That was Tom Meyers’s ultimate destination. Someday he would be president of the United States of America. Nothing was going to stand in his way. He’d win this election, and then he’d run for national office. Maybe senator. Hell, maybe even president. Depended on how his second term went. But he knew the party had its eye on him, and he knew he was performing exactly the way it wanted him to. And once he won a second term, he would be well and truly on his way.
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