Jenny was flustered by Titan’s attention, even if they blended into the background. She was also amazed by the response from her new fans. Life had changed quickly with the massive success of Tassels and Tangos—fan mail, phone calls for interviews, and an agent who returned her e-mails—but Jenny hadn’t changed at all.

Asher looked at her talking to a woman outside a polling location. Jenny gave the woman’s kid a McIntyre for Senate balloon and sticker, and the little kid squealed. Asher knew Titan had eyes on her as well, but he was hesitant every time Jenny stopped to talk to someone. It was only a matter of time before Maxwell struck.

Once they made it through the day, he had a big surprise for her, and he couldn’t wait.

Jenny waved to the kid and walked over, taking Asher’s hand. “Ready to go? Polls close in five minutes, and that was the last stop before we head to your party.” She swung his hand and smiled brightly. “Come on. Don’t be so serious. Everything is fine.”

She was confident in his win and had ignored the looming threat. She had gone on and on about not wanting to bring him down on his big day.

Elections results aren’t my concern. You are. Asher looked around and didn’t see the undercover security detail, only Murphy, who had been traveling with them on each campaign stop.

“Let’s do this.” He nodded, and Murphy moved toward their waiting vehicle.

With a quick wave to reporters who were manning the precinct location, he got into the back seat with Jenny and gave her a kiss.

They rode to the hotel in silence. His campaign team had their war room set up in one of the suites. He’d been in elections enough to know what it looked like. A mobile command center. Interns and staff. Several computer monitors set up on desks and makeshift tables. His campaign manager and consultants geared up for precinct-level data to float in. His press team had charged cell phones and laptops ready with pre-written press releases.

They arrived at the back entrance and took the stairs to the campaign’s suite. Downstairs in a ballroom was a crowd of volunteers, voters, and reporters. There was probably music blasting and an open bar. A few large screens showing the live feed from news stations. Normally, all this would psych him up, but Asher wanted nothing to do with crowds. Nothing to do with anything that might endanger Jenny.

His campaign consultant smiled and gave a big thumbs-up. “Early numbers are in. You killed in the swing counties. Locked up your voters. I give it two minutes tops before the AP calls it for you.”