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know what's coming. And while I'm not in the mood, I fight every day to stay open to advice. Especially when it comes from somebody as whip-smart as Eric.
    "Hey." I use my Bluetooth so that I don't have to hold my phone to my ear.
    "Hey, boss. So. How'd it go?"
    Eric's gifted at maneuvering the dangerous world of politics. He's got an ear for sound bites, an eye for opportunities, and a sixth sense for dangers that I don't even sense coming. He told me to steer clear of Myra Cole, but I ignored his advice. Each time I've done so, I've come to regret it.
    I sigh. "It started well. Then we took a left turn and drove off a cliff."
    I think about the delectable Ms. Cole. Of the swell of her breasts beneath her beige sweater. The sparkle in her eyes, her oh-so-kissable lips.
    "That bad?"
    "Well, we left ten minutes after we sat down."
    "Ouch." Eric pauses as he considers the situation. "She asked about your childhood?"
    I nod, and of course I realize immediately that Eric can't see that. "Yeah. Her first question, actually."
    "Huh. She's got good instincts, I'll give her that. How - uh - smooth were you about diffusing the topic?"
    I laugh darkly. "You know me, Eric."
    "Yeah. Well, you realize your flat denials will only arouse her curiosity further?"
    Her hair was so dark it had blue tints to it. A curly mass I wanted to press my face into. She smelled divine, a subtle scent that provoked me. Made me want to growl and pull her toward me.
    "Alex?"
    I blink and realize I didn't answer. "I'm here. And yes, you're right. You're always right. What do you think her next move will be?"
    "Well, if she's any good, she'll drive the three hours to Honeycomb Falls first thing tomorrow morning and start asking around if anybody knows you."
    "Damn." I bite my lower lip and then blow out a sigh. "I feel like a naive fool."
    "Well, this had to happen sooner or later. At least this is the Globe we're talking about, and not some scandalous trashy magazine. This Ms. Cole should keep her story professional." There's a delicate pause. "What's she likely to uncover by asking around town?"
    I think of her wrestling with the fern, and then her impertinent, devilishly funny comments. Her sharp wit. Her provocative yet strangely innocent manner. "I don't know. I haven't been back in seventeen years. If she digs deep enough, she'll come up with the truth, though."
    Again there's silence as Eric digests this. I drive on, weaving slowly through the night traffic. I'm hungry, depressed, and frustrated. I should be sitting across from the vivacious Ms. Cole right now, enjoying some dessert. Enjoying the sight of her lips pressing against the edge of her glass of wine. And that low moan of appreciation she made - damn. It was all too easy to imagine her moaning like that while I cupped her breasts and took one of her nipples in my mouth. Parted her legs. Reached down to -
    "Well, there's nothing we can do about that now." Eric sounds decisive. "Unless you're willing to call her up and tell her the truth yourself? Shape the story, control the spin -"
    "No," I say. "You're probably right. The smart thing to do would be to tell the story myself. But... I can't. I don't want to talk about Honeycomb Falls. My past. My father. I've spent all these years running from it." I stare at the street, my pulse pounding. "Maybe she'll ask the wrong questions. Maybe she won't learn a thing."
    "Maybe." Eric sounds unconvinced. "At the very least we have to prep you for future questions. Bland, stock answers that will diffuse any further curiosity."
    "Sure." Suddenly I'm tired. Exhausted. Am I doing the right thing, running for mayor? I have a slender chance. One in ten. But a chance. And the difference I could make if I win the election - what it would prove. About me. About who I am. I have to try. Not just for myself, but for Boston. To bring a real change.
    "OK, then. You going to get some sleep? We've got a seven-thirty tomorrow morning with the Ministry of Faith and Light.