“Colder, maybe. It’s snowing a blizzard here in Zurich and all I can think about is you in a bikini on the beach in Bermuda. Now tell me this news that nearly has you dancing around.”

“I’m going to be covering Alex Harrington in his race for New York City mayor.”

“Harrington—never heard of him.”

“I hadn’t either. He’s a newcomer, young for politics, only thirty-four. He’s got old Boston wealth behind him. He went to Bennington Prep and Harvard and then became the director of his family’s New York branch office of the First Street Corporation. Evidently, he’s been active politically, working his way up to this. He’s got the physical side covered, he’s tall, good-looking, charming, and evidently not stupid. I have a feeling I won’t be seeing him stumble over his feet or say something tactless.”

“With that pedigree and deep pockets, he could maybe have a chance since the mayor’s termed out, but I wouldn’t bet on it; he’s got some stiff competition. So what exactly will you be doing?”

“I’m heading to his big fundraiser tonight to meet him, set up a time for an interview. Then I’ll grill him to his toes, find out all his secrets.”

Travis laughed. “If he’s a good politician, good luck with that. Imagine, a Bostonian running for New York City mayor. That’s pretty crazy, Mia. I mean, the Red Sox or the Yankees? How’s he going to straddle that one? Or even if he’s a New Yorker? How long has he lived in the city?”

“Hmm, maybe six years, around that. After I’ve researched him, I’ll know the month and day he moved here.”

“Well, Hillary Clinton managed to snag a New York Senate seat when her home was Arkansas. But then again, she had powerful backing and overflowing coffers. More power to him, if he can pull it off.”

Mia chewed on her lip. “Travis, the thing is, I don’t know if I’m going to be free to go to Bermuda in seventeen days. We’ll see.” She stared down at her watch. “Oops, gotta go, Travis. I’ve got to put on my little black dress and go out into the frozen tundra. I love you and I fully expect you to avoid all those pretty fräuleins.”

He said, “At least I can dream about lying on the beach with you, rubbing sunscreen all over you. I wonder if you can go topless in Bermuda.”

She laughed. “Pervert. It’s so cold here it makes me shiver to even think about a bikini.”