Extraits

“Wow. This is some place.” He darted his gaze around as he walked toward Trevor, who stood in the kitchen. “What did you say you do for a living?”

“Very funny.” Chuckling, Trevor pulled the tall refrigerator door open and said, “Water? Juice?” He bent over and rustled around the bottom rack. “I don’t drink often, but I think there’s an unopened pinot from a case I bought for a holiday party.”

Tall leather chairs lined one side of a kitchen island, and Ford held onto one to keep himself steady as he admired the firm, round butt encased in fitted denim.

“Ford?” Trevor looked back over his shoulder. “What do you want to drink?”

Shaking his head to clear away the distraction, Ford said, “Water’s fine.” A second passed and then he registered Trevor’s words and nervously asked, “How do you know my name?”

With a water bottle in each hand, Trevor spun around and looked at him in confusion. “Are you serious?”

For the first time, they were in a space lit well enough for Ford to see the man clearly. His hair was brown, his eyes a smoky blue, and his face familiar. While concentrating on not making a scene and mentally calculating the extent of the damage he’d likely caused by having sex with a man, Ford quickly flipped through his mental Rolodex trying to place Trevor.

“Do I know y—” He stopped mid-word, recognition hitting him like a powerful punch to the gut. “Trevor Moga,” he croaked. He was standing with the son of the president of the United Sates. A Democrat president who daily waged political battles with Ford, his father, and their fellow Republicans.

“Yes.” Trevor walked around the island, set the bottles down, and reached for Ford. “You honestly didn’t recognize me? I thought you were joking around with that name thing at the bar.”

Jerking away, Ford tugged at his hair and said, “It was dark. You’re not wearing a suit. Your hair’s longer than it was during the last campaign. And you’re not photographed with your family often enough for me to know you have dimples.” His words came out faster and faster and his chest ached. “Oh my God, what did I do?”