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"Thats a fine distinction," Lucinda pointed out.
"I know--but if we...uh, you...put an end to this now, it won't ever reach that point."
"The only good thing," Lucinda remarked dryly, "is that they weren't particularly selective in their
surveillance. We've got one federal judge, two Congressmen, and a cabinet member--and they all cross
party lines. That will give me leverage on both sides of the fence."
Lucinda pushed the papers away, watching Blair carefully as she spoke. "This is serious, but it can all be
handled without going public--and I think that's for the best."
"I don't have any desire to air Washington's soiled linens on prime time TV," Blair said sharply.
"But you brought this to me for a reason." She held up a hand when Blair started to explain. "Oh, I
know--you're concerned about your father's political future. I believe you. So am I. What else do you
want?"
"I want the Justice investigation into my security chief called off. It never should have gotten as far as it
has, but someone is pushing buttons in Treasury or Justiceor both, and I know at least one of those
people is involved in this undercover operation."
Lucinda's eyes flicked to the stack of documents. "Yourchiefs name is on the escort list."
Blair never blinked. "I know that. It has nothing to do with her job performance, and it has nothing to do
with our relationship. The Justice inquest was instigated by someone with a personal ax to grind with her.
I want it to stop."
Leaning back in her chair, Lucinda gazed at some point across the room, clearly mentally sorting
options. "You know," she said contemplatively, "most people believe that the currency of government is
the almighty dollar, but it isn't. Its favors. I hold IOUs on a lot of people. I dont mind using some of them
to clear this up, because it's going to save me a lot of trouble down the road to shut this down right now."
The anxiety that had churned in Blair's stomach since she had called Lucinda from the plane on the way
to DC to ask for an emergency early morning briefing began to abate. "It will have to be soon in order to
help Cam."
"Oh, it will be," Lucinda said. "But I'll expect something in return."
Blair's eyes narrowed. "And what would that be?"
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"That you keep a lid on your relationship with Agent Roberts--at least until after the nominations. No
statements, no public acknowledgements, and no more public displays of affection."
Blair should her head. "No. You said it yourself--if I hadn't brought this information to you, you might
have found yourself in a very difficult nomination race against Wallace next year. I'd say we're even."
"You should consider politics."
"Not in this lifetime. I'll tell you what, though," Blair conceded. "I promise if I make any public statement
about my personal life I'll give you fair warning so Aaron will be prepared to handle the press corps."
"It sounds like you're already planning something. I'd like the details now."
"Actually, that's something I'd rather discuss with my father."
Blair rose and walked toward the door. As she reached for the handle, she turned back and said,
"Thanks for the help."
"Don't mention it," Lucinda called dryly as the door slowly closed behind the president's daughter.
*****
When Cam opened the door, Blair's heart lurched with worry. Her lover was still in the same jeans and
polo shirt that she'd worn on the plane.
"I thought you had an appointment at Justice?" Blair said as she entered, her fingers curling around
Cam's bare forearm. "Why aren't you dressed? It's almost nine."
"It seems I don't have anywhere to be this morning after all," Cam replied.
"Cam, if they've suspended you alre--"
Cam grinned and shook her head. "Quite the opposite. Carlisle's secretary called me at 8:03 to advise
me that the scheduled meeting with him had been canceled--and that he also had instructed her to inform
me that the matter of Loverboy was closed."
Blair slipped her arms around Cam's waist and sighed with relief. "Thank God."
"What exactly did you do?" Cam inquired in astonishment.
"Not much," Blair replied. "Lucinda and I traded favors."
"Thank you for that--for everything."
"It feels good to be able to do something for you," Blair murmured, running her hand across Cam's
chest, seeing the scars again in her mind's eye. Every time they made love, she saw them--felt them with
her fingers and her lips. Remembered the moment the bullet struck. She shook her head, letting the
memory go, savoring her lover's solid embrace. "You don't need to thank me."
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"I still do, though," Cam whispered as she kissed her.
"Yes, well," Blair managed when she caught her breath, "Lucinda will be sure to remind me when she
needs something done on short notice, I'm sure."
"She's a very fast worker," Cam noted admiringly. "Whatever strings she pulled, it didn't take long."
"Lucinda Washburn probably has more power than anyone in this country, next to my father. If she
wants something done, it gets done."
"You have some very interesting contacts," Cam observed, her grin widening. "You're a very good
woman to know."
"You think so, Commander?" Blair said as she ran her hands lightly up and down Cam's back.
"Impressed?"
Cam nuzzled Blair's neck, kissing the tender skin beneath her earlobe which Cam knew was a trigger
point for her sensitive lover. "Uh huh.Very impressed."
With her lips very close to Cam's ear, Blair whispered throatily, "Then you'll probably be especially
excited to know that we have an appointment with the President of the United States in an hour."
Cam stiffened, then straightened suddenly. "Excuse me?"
"He's got a busy day, so we've been sandwiched in between the morning briefing with the national
security agency and a meeting with a representative from the People's Republic of China."
"Christ, I've got to change my clothes!"
"You look fine. It's a family visit, Cam, not a briefing."
"That may be," Cam replied, turning toward the bedroom. "But I'm not going to pay a visit to the
president in blue jeans."
"Youre going to have to get over that eventually. I expect youll be seeing quite a lot of him in the future.
You knowbirthdays, holidaysthat sort of thing."
"That's going to take some getting used to," Cam called back over her shoulder and disappeared around
the corner.
Blair smiled and followed after her.
Better get started then, lover.
Chapter Thirtysix
Andrew Powell looked up as Blair and Cam walked into the Oval Office. He set aside the report which
he had been reading and gestured to the small seating area across from his desk. "Sit down. Coffee?"
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"No, thank you, sir," Cam said crisply.
"I'll take some," Blair replied. She moved to the far side of the room where a small service set of cups
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"Thats a fine distinction," Lucinda pointed out.
"I know--but if we...uh, you...put an end to this now, it won't ever reach that point."
"The only good thing," Lucinda remarked dryly, "is that they weren't particularly selective in their
surveillance. We've got one federal judge, two Congressmen, and a cabinet member--and they all cross
party lines. That will give me leverage on both sides of the fence."
Lucinda pushed the papers away, watching Blair carefully as she spoke. "This is serious, but it can all be
handled without going public--and I think that's for the best."
"I don't have any desire to air Washington's soiled linens on prime time TV," Blair said sharply.
"But you brought this to me for a reason." She held up a hand when Blair started to explain. "Oh, I
know--you're concerned about your father's political future. I believe you. So am I. What else do you
want?"
"I want the Justice investigation into my security chief called off. It never should have gotten as far as it
has, but someone is pushing buttons in Treasury or Justiceor both, and I know at least one of those
people is involved in this undercover operation."
Lucinda's eyes flicked to the stack of documents. "Yourchiefs name is on the escort list."
Blair never blinked. "I know that. It has nothing to do with her job performance, and it has nothing to do
with our relationship. The Justice inquest was instigated by someone with a personal ax to grind with her.
I want it to stop."
Leaning back in her chair, Lucinda gazed at some point across the room, clearly mentally sorting
options. "You know," she said contemplatively, "most people believe that the currency of government is
the almighty dollar, but it isn't. Its favors. I hold IOUs on a lot of people. I dont mind using some of them
to clear this up, because it's going to save me a lot of trouble down the road to shut this down right now."
The anxiety that had churned in Blair's stomach since she had called Lucinda from the plane on the way
to DC to ask for an emergency early morning briefing began to abate. "It will have to be soon in order to
help Cam."
"Oh, it will be," Lucinda said. "But I'll expect something in return."
Blair's eyes narrowed. "And what would that be?"
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"That you keep a lid on your relationship with Agent Roberts--at least until after the nominations. No
statements, no public acknowledgements, and no more public displays of affection."
Blair should her head. "No. You said it yourself--if I hadn't brought this information to you, you might
have found yourself in a very difficult nomination race against Wallace next year. I'd say we're even."
"You should consider politics."
"Not in this lifetime. I'll tell you what, though," Blair conceded. "I promise if I make any public statement
about my personal life I'll give you fair warning so Aaron will be prepared to handle the press corps."
"It sounds like you're already planning something. I'd like the details now."
"Actually, that's something I'd rather discuss with my father."
Blair rose and walked toward the door. As she reached for the handle, she turned back and said,
"Thanks for the help."
"Don't mention it," Lucinda called dryly as the door slowly closed behind the president's daughter.
*****
When Cam opened the door, Blair's heart lurched with worry. Her lover was still in the same jeans and
polo shirt that she'd worn on the plane.
"I thought you had an appointment at Justice?" Blair said as she entered, her fingers curling around
Cam's bare forearm. "Why aren't you dressed? It's almost nine."
"It seems I don't have anywhere to be this morning after all," Cam replied.
"Cam, if they've suspended you alre--"
Cam grinned and shook her head. "Quite the opposite. Carlisle's secretary called me at 8:03 to advise
me that the scheduled meeting with him had been canceled--and that he also had instructed her to inform
me that the matter of Loverboy was closed."
Blair slipped her arms around Cam's waist and sighed with relief. "Thank God."
"What exactly did you do?" Cam inquired in astonishment.
"Not much," Blair replied. "Lucinda and I traded favors."
"Thank you for that--for everything."
"It feels good to be able to do something for you," Blair murmured, running her hand across Cam's
chest, seeing the scars again in her mind's eye. Every time they made love, she saw them--felt them with
her fingers and her lips. Remembered the moment the bullet struck. She shook her head, letting the
memory go, savoring her lover's solid embrace. "You don't need to thank me."
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"I still do, though," Cam whispered as she kissed her.
"Yes, well," Blair managed when she caught her breath, "Lucinda will be sure to remind me when she
needs something done on short notice, I'm sure."
"She's a very fast worker," Cam noted admiringly. "Whatever strings she pulled, it didn't take long."
"Lucinda Washburn probably has more power than anyone in this country, next to my father. If she
wants something done, it gets done."
"You have some very interesting contacts," Cam observed, her grin widening. "You're a very good
woman to know."
"You think so, Commander?" Blair said as she ran her hands lightly up and down Cam's back.
"Impressed?"
Cam nuzzled Blair's neck, kissing the tender skin beneath her earlobe which Cam knew was a trigger
point for her sensitive lover. "Uh huh.Very impressed."
With her lips very close to Cam's ear, Blair whispered throatily, "Then you'll probably be especially
excited to know that we have an appointment with the President of the United States in an hour."
Cam stiffened, then straightened suddenly. "Excuse me?"
"He's got a busy day, so we've been sandwiched in between the morning briefing with the national
security agency and a meeting with a representative from the People's Republic of China."
"Christ, I've got to change my clothes!"
"You look fine. It's a family visit, Cam, not a briefing."
"That may be," Cam replied, turning toward the bedroom. "But I'm not going to pay a visit to the
president in blue jeans."
"Youre going to have to get over that eventually. I expect youll be seeing quite a lot of him in the future.
You knowbirthdays, holidaysthat sort of thing."
"That's going to take some getting used to," Cam called back over her shoulder and disappeared around
the corner.
Blair smiled and followed after her.
Better get started then, lover.
Chapter Thirtysix
Andrew Powell looked up as Blair and Cam walked into the Oval Office. He set aside the report which
he had been reading and gestured to the small seating area across from his desk. "Sit down. Coffee?"
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"No, thank you, sir," Cam said crisply.
"I'll take some," Blair replied. She moved to the far side of the room where a small service set of cups
and utensils were arranged with a coffee urn. "Dad?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]