Changed. Everything had changed in the blink of an eye. It was overwhelming and unsettling.
I went back to my temporary bedroom and looked over at my laptop sitting on the desk in the corner. I hadn’t gone online since I’d been here, but I needed to see if there were any new posts. Plus, I was getting bored.
With an unsteady hand, I opened it. Once it had booted up, I went to the search engine and typed my name in the search box and clicked ENTER. When I saw the list of websites that mentioned my name, my stomach twisted. It wasn’t only the National Reveal, there were several tabloids and one prominent paper. That was the one I opened.
The headline, LOSING A GREAT SENATOR, felt like a punch to the chest. The tagline beneath it read, PRESCOTT RUMORED TO STEP DOWN TO PROTECT GIRLFRIEND.
U.S. Senator Drake Prescott will be holding an impromptu news conference scheduled for noon today at the Grand Hotel. Rumor has it he will be finishing his current term, but will be removing his name from the ballot . . .
The words blurred through my tears. I closed the laptop and looked at the clock. It was eleven a.m. and I needed to stop him. Why didn’t he tell me?
Something inside me snapped. I quickly changed out of my shorts and put on a sundress Gretchen had given me, slipped my feet into flats, and flew down the stairs. Jack had already left and I didn’t have time to call for a cab, so I grabbed a set of keys to one of the many cars Jack had stored in his garage and headed outside.
The key in my hand had a Mercedes symbol on it, so I scanned the garage for a Mercedes. Unfortunately, most of the cars were Mercedes. Annoyance mixed with amusement as I shook my head. Really, Jack?
When I pushed the DOOR UNLOCK button on the key fob and pointed it toward the cars, the lights flashed on a cute silver convertible. Score! I glanced inside to see it was a stick shift, which luckily I knew how to drive.
I sent Mason a quick text.
L
UCY
: I’m headed to the Grand Hotel. Drake is holding a press conference. Can you come?
M
ASON
: I’m not far. I’ll meet you there.
L
UCY
: Thank you!
I pulled out of Jack’s winding driveway, exited the gate, and zipped toward the hotel. The clock on the dash told me I only had fifteen minutes before Drake was scheduled to speak, but late morning traffic was a nightmare. I glanced out my right window and noticed a tiny gap leading to the exit on the highway.
I smiled as I remembered the sporty car I was in. “Okay, SL Roadster, let’s see what you got.”
The car whipped into the next lane when I released the clutch and pressed the gas. I prayed I wouldn’t get pulled over, but I was off the highway in an instant.
Before I knew it, I was tossing the keys to the hotel valet. I ran to the front desk and asked the clerk what room the press conference was in.
The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh my God! You’re her!”
Gasping for breath, I pleaded, “Can you please help me?”
“They’re in the Lafayette Room,” she said, and when she glanced over my shoulder, her expression hardened with resolve. “There are reporters behind you. If you go to the right, there are stairs beyond this wall. Go to the third floor and you’ll see it.”
“Thanks.” I gave her a smile and took off as quickly as I could.
The stairs felt like they were unending as I hustled, taking them two at a time, which was a challenge wearing a dress. When I saw the gray door with a large number three on it, I slammed into the metal bar to open it. I rushed down the narrow hallway until I saw a door labeled LAFAYETTE. There weren’t any people around, which I thought was odd, but I didn’t care.
When I yanked the door open and stepped inside, I was in the back kitchen area. A few cooks and wait staff gave me curious looks as I walked quickly through the kitchen, acting as if I belonged there.
When I pulled the door open to the ballroom, I saw Drake. My breath hitched in my throat, and my pulse thundered in my ears as I drank in the sight of the man I loved.
Drake approached the front of the room with confident strides. He fisted his hand in front of his mouth and cleared his throat before he gripped the top of the lectern. With his shoulders thrown back and his expression relaxed, he addressed the audience.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to thank you for taking time out of your schedules to be here on short notice today.” His chest rose as he took in a deep breath.
“Our forefathers set in place the foundation for a great nation. What we stand for—the land of the free and home of the brave—is what I firmly believe in, and has been how I’ve tried to live my life. I love our country and take pride in my responsibilities as your senator. There was a time I didn’t think anything could be more important than being a politician, but then I met Lucy Washburn.”
I pressed a hand to my chest, sure it was about to burst as I listened to him. All I wanted to do was run out and tell him I was here, but I didn’t.
“Recently there have been news articles relating gossip circulating about her. Reporters have been following me and my friends and family, asking who she is, calling her the mystery woman.” He paused. “They write about her as if she doesn’t care about life—but she does.”
He looked around at the crowd, locking eyes with one person after another. Cameras clicked, and bright lights flashed from the photographers kneeling in front of him, trying to get a money shot.
“Lucy Washburn isn’t a public figure. She’s a schoolteacher—a very good one, in fact—and is one of my closest friends.” Frowning, he shook his head. “Actually, that’s not true, she’s more than that to me. You see, I happen to be in love with her, and due to her relationship with me and my position, she’s been thrust into the spotlight. And that’s unfair.”
All air escaped me and I stepped forward to run onstage, but was stopped when a hand gripped my arm. Startled, I glanced behind me to find Mason holding me back. I hadn’t even known he was here yet, but was so thankful for his presence.
When he shook his head and whispered, “Give him a few minutes,” I nodded and stood with him to watch the rest of Drake’s speech.
“Since I was a young boy,” Drake continued, “all I’ve ever wanted was to serve my country, to fight for those who couldn’t fight for themselves. I wanted to be the voice of many who entrusted me with their votes. Along the way, I’ve always been honest with you and have run a clean campaign. To me, it was most important for my constituents to focus on what I stand for and what I believe in, rather than what my opponent does wrong.”
His demeanor sobered, and a flash of anger crossed his face before he crushed it. “But this has gone too far, and someone I love is being hurt in the process, forced to sequester herself so curious journalists don’t attack her. She’s hiding rather than living.”
He glanced down, lowering his voice as he repeated, “Home of the free, land of the brave.”
Looking back up, he continued. “Free, that’s what Lucy was until she met me and was thrust into the spotlight. I won’t have her reputation tarnished by speculation of who she is and where she came from. Bravery isn’t just fighting for your country, it’s standing up for what you believe in, and that’s the type of person Lucy Washburn is. I respect her and the privacy she’s entitled to. As much as I love what I do, I love her more, and for that reason . . .”
That’s it. I couldn’t stand it any longer. I knew what was coming next, and I couldn’t allow it. How could I live with myself if Drake gave up his dreams for me?
I rushed toward the podium, and when Drake saw me approach him on the makeshift wooden stage, his head turned.