it?” he asked, sitting up to face her. “Why make the statement if it means nothing?”
“Because he is angry that I won’t follow his advice and leave you.” She frowned, her eyebrows furrowed with distress. “With the election coming up next year, he’s probably just irritated that I won’t distance myself from you. Regardless of how you and I feel, he sees your family as a liability to his election chances.”
“Well, who is his opponent? Is he planning on using us against your dad?”
Lynette considered this, biting her bottom lip anxiously. “I don’t know his name, but it’s possible. Politics is a dirty business.”
“I’ll have Quinn look into it, find out who he is,” Linc decided, distracted by the thought as he ran with it in his head. He laid back down against her, knowing that he was going to have to eventually confront Shaw himself and find out the truth. He was still not convinced that the senator wasn’t up to something…
“Is something else wrong?” Lynette asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. “You seem out of it tonight.”
Linc thought instantly of his sister and realized that, despite having forgiven her, the issue still weighed heavily on his mind.
“It’s not a big deal, not anymore,” he began, squeezing her knee affectionately. “Just work stuff.”
“Work stuff, huh?” She leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering over his skin. “You can tell me, Linc. I want you to tell me.”
He reached up to run his hands through her copper waves of hair, releasing a long breath as he tried to find the right words to say. “My sister admitted yesterday that she has known since she was nine years old that my grandfather murdered his father.”
“Excuse me?” Lynette froze, unsure she heard him right. “Nine years old?”
“Yep.” Linc grimaced, the truth of it churning uncomfortably inside of him. “She knew, all this time.”
“I see…” Unsure what to say to him, Lynette rested her head against his and stared off at the television, her eyes unseeing. After a long moment, she spoke again. “So what does this all mean?”
“Nothing, really. What’s done is done. It doesn’t change anything. She’s still my sister,” Linc told her, feeling defensive. “It hurts that she kept that secret from us, but that was her choice.”
“Are you worried about what other secrets she may be keeping from you?”
He said nothing for a moment, considering her question. Part of him felt instant anger at her for even suggesting it, but the other side of him understood it was a valid question worth noting. Was Madison hiding anything else from him?
“I don’t know,” he said finally, sitting up again and turning to her. His eyes met hers and held, dangerous emotions storming in them. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
She nodded as he suddenly cupped her face in his hands and leaned in, capturing her mouth with his own. He poured all of his uncertainty, all of his stress and anger into the kiss, needing to forget all of it, if only for a moment. His hands trailed back to grasp at her hair, tipping her head back so he could run his tongue along her exposed neck. When she moaned against him, her hands grasping at his shirt and her body arching toward his, he let himself become consumed by her. For tonight, at least, he didn’t have strength left to worry.
Quinn strolled down the hallway toward Grant’s office, dressed in a flowery skirt and blouse the color of soft pink roses with her hair curled freely around her face. She grinned as she spotted Grant through the open door of his office, busily working away at his desk. It gave her comfort to know that was where she would always find him. Rain or shine, he would be there, tirelessly burning the midnight oil.
Before she could make her way to her desk to set down her purse and the impulse buy vanilla latte she’d picked up that morning, Madison swept out of her own
“Because he is angry that I won’t follow his advice and leave you.” She frowned, her eyebrows furrowed with distress. “With the election coming up next year, he’s probably just irritated that I won’t distance myself from you. Regardless of how you and I feel, he sees your family as a liability to his election chances.”
“Well, who is his opponent? Is he planning on using us against your dad?”
Lynette considered this, biting her bottom lip anxiously. “I don’t know his name, but it’s possible. Politics is a dirty business.”
“I’ll have Quinn look into it, find out who he is,” Linc decided, distracted by the thought as he ran with it in his head. He laid back down against her, knowing that he was going to have to eventually confront Shaw himself and find out the truth. He was still not convinced that the senator wasn’t up to something…
“Is something else wrong?” Lynette asked, brushing a few strands of hair out of his face. “You seem out of it tonight.”
Linc thought instantly of his sister and realized that, despite having forgiven her, the issue still weighed heavily on his mind.
“It’s not a big deal, not anymore,” he began, squeezing her knee affectionately. “Just work stuff.”
“Work stuff, huh?” She leaned in to press a kiss to his forehead, her lips lingering over his skin. “You can tell me, Linc. I want you to tell me.”
He reached up to run his hands through her copper waves of hair, releasing a long breath as he tried to find the right words to say. “My sister admitted yesterday that she has known since she was nine years old that my grandfather murdered his father.”
“Excuse me?” Lynette froze, unsure she heard him right. “Nine years old?”
“Yep.” Linc grimaced, the truth of it churning uncomfortably inside of him. “She knew, all this time.”
“I see…” Unsure what to say to him, Lynette rested her head against his and stared off at the television, her eyes unseeing. After a long moment, she spoke again. “So what does this all mean?”
“Nothing, really. What’s done is done. It doesn’t change anything. She’s still my sister,” Linc told her, feeling defensive. “It hurts that she kept that secret from us, but that was her choice.”
“Are you worried about what other secrets she may be keeping from you?”
He said nothing for a moment, considering her question. Part of him felt instant anger at her for even suggesting it, but the other side of him understood it was a valid question worth noting. Was Madison hiding anything else from him?
“I don’t know,” he said finally, sitting up again and turning to her. His eyes met hers and held, dangerous emotions storming in them. “I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”
She nodded as he suddenly cupped her face in his hands and leaned in, capturing her mouth with his own. He poured all of his uncertainty, all of his stress and anger into the kiss, needing to forget all of it, if only for a moment. His hands trailed back to grasp at her hair, tipping her head back so he could run his tongue along her exposed neck. When she moaned against him, her hands grasping at his shirt and her body arching toward his, he let himself become consumed by her. For tonight, at least, he didn’t have strength left to worry.
Quinn strolled down the hallway toward Grant’s office, dressed in a flowery skirt and blouse the color of soft pink roses with her hair curled freely around her face. She grinned as she spotted Grant through the open door of his office, busily working away at his desk. It gave her comfort to know that was where she would always find him. Rain or shine, he would be there, tirelessly burning the midnight oil.
Before she could make her way to her desk to set down her purse and the impulse buy vanilla latte she’d picked up that morning, Madison swept out of her own
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