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Chapters (61)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
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  56. Epilogue
  57. Epilogue
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. About the Author
  60. Also by Catherine Coulter
  61. About the Publisher

She had to laugh. “More than I can count. Either I’m an idiot and deserve to be hit with a hammer or I’m a mealymouthed wuss and why can’t I take a stand?”

“Do you ever hear from the voices in the middle?”

“Oh yes. Usually they tell me I’m not entirely stupid.”

He grinned, lightly laid his hand on her arm. “I hope to meet with you again soon, talk all this over with you. Unfortunately, right now I have a lot of people to meet.” And he was gone, working the room like a pro.

Mia taxied back to her building from the fundraiser, exhausted and freezing, since the heater in the taxi had been on strike. As she shivered, she recorded some impressions so she wouldn’t forget them. Alex Harrington had been fluent, engaging, and careful to keep his actual stands on the more divisive questions unspoken. Still, all in all, his self-assurance was impressive. He managed to present himself as trustworthy, with a goodly dose of charm and charisma to boot. She wasn’t surprised he’d met with her personally, it had only been politic. She’d seen him assessing her carefully with his dark eyes, well aware that what she wrote about him in her articles and in her blog mattered.

Now it was time for her to start her in-depth research, time to dig in, find out if he had any skeletons, if he was for real or only another ambitious politician out for himself and for power. She’d even find out the brand of socks he wore. Mia didn’t think using personal details was unfair, or cynical. It was her job to find out what was real about him and what wasn’t, whether he could be the right person for the job, if there was such a thing.

When Mia was back in warm sweats and thick socks, she bulleted out what she already knew about Alex Harrington and began rhythmically tapping her finger on her laptop as she organized her thoughts, a longtime habit. Still stuff to accomplish before she slept or thought about Travis rubbing sunscreen on her back. Of course she’d give Harrington attention in her next blog since he’d announced he was running for mayor of New York City.