Page 97 of Solace
I know Casey loves me. I know she’sinlove with me. All this other stuff aside, I do know it.
And I can see how much she loves George, and how much he loves her.
Something has subtly shifted between us ever since the flood. Casey is still cautious, but maybe she’s finding her own healing, finally, the way George and I both are, too.
Casey and I are still working on our long game. She’s had more contact with Junior because of the campaign, but she’s worked to keep his contact with George to a minimum to help my state of mind.
I don’t know how or when that’ll eventually play out, but she’s promised me it will.
All I can do is wait.
Meanwhile, tonight the three of us can fall asleep knowing our hard work has positioned George for likely re-election. Tomorrow starts the next crazy-making phase—scheduling debates, filming ads, targeted polling in areas where I’m not feeling certain about his chances so we can see what we can buff up to help his numbers.
Four more years.
Four more years of pretending, of standing to the side and watching him in the public spotlight, of working for him while denying to everyone else what I feel for him.
Four more years.
Worth it?
Absofuckinglutely. He’s a thousand times the governor any of our most recent state executives have been. And the job is his for the taking, meaning we can get busy next year with some of Ellen’s initiatives.
We just have to stay focused and dedicated.
Also, we just have tonotfuck it up.
The End
