Chapter 18

Stone and Ann walked back to his house together. “Kate takes my breath away,” he said.

“Mine, too,” Ann replied.

“Do you think she’s right about Stanton not having the votes to win on the first ballot?”

“Kate doesn’t make pronouncements that aren’t hedged in some way—‘in my opinion,’ ‘it’s my guess that . . .’ et cetera.”

“But she just did.”

“She did, didn’t she?”

“She must feel very certain, then.”

“She must, mustn’t she?”

“But you aren’t?”

“I honestly don’t know. I’ve just rarely heard her make flat-footed statements like that.”

“Does she know something you don’t know?”

“Sam Meriwether is in charge of counting delegates,” Ann said. “He hasn’t shared anything like that with me.”

“I’ll tell you something,” Stone said, “I’ve never had more fun in my life than watching all this happen.”

“Maybe you should run for office, Stone.”

“Ha! And give up life as I know it?”

Ann laughed. “Life as you know it is pretty good, isn’t it?”

“It’s spectacular! Being on the inside of the action and having you in my bed every night is almost more than I can stand.”

Ann laughed again. “It’s almost more than I can stand, too.”

“What are you going to do if Kate wins?”

“Just between you and me?”

“Of course.”

“I’m going to be the next White House chief of staff.”

“Kate has offered you that?”

“She has, and I’ve accepted.”

“What is that going to do to your life?”

“It will destroy my life as I know it,” Ann said. “I’ll be constantly on call—twenty-four/seven—I won’t get much sleep. And I won’t have a social life that doesn’t involve a White House dinner.”

“That doesn’t sound very good for you and me,” Stone said.

“No, it doesn’t—you’re going to have to give me up if Kate is president.”

“Entirely?”

“Oh, we can have an occasional dinner and roll in the hay, in D.C. or New York. But for every four dates we make, I’ll have to break three. Something will come up.”

“I don’t like the sound of that much.”

“I don’t like it much, either,” Ann said, “but it’s how it will be. I’ll have a chance to make a difference for this country, and I’ll give up everything else to do that.”

“I can’t blame you, Ann.”

“Thank you.”

“What will you do if Kate loses?” he asked.

“I’ll move to New York, apply for a job with Woodman and Weld, and sleep with you every night. If you’ll have me.”

“No doubt about that.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I’m greedy.”