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Unfortunately, it remained the same a photo of her and Trent enjoying coffee at Ambrosia with the headline “Coffee For Two: Legendary playboy cozies up with local small business owner.”
    “Wow. I can’t believe you met him. What’s he like?”
    Why would someone take and send in the picture? How had they known her name? Both her name and company name were stated in the article under the picture.
    “Addie?” Tara asked again.
    “What?” She tore her eyes from the paper.
    “What’s he like?”
    Addie rubbed her forehead as a headache started. “Nice. Or at least he seemed that way.” She scanned the article, then put the paper down. “This is awful.”
    “It doesn’t seem that bad to me.” Tara picked up the discarded paper. “It’s not like you’re sitting with a serial killer or anything. I wouldn’t worry about it.”
    Not worry about it? Someone not only took her picture but also passed it on. How could she not worry?
     
     

Chapter 4
     
    A knock on his office door drew Trent’s attention away from the documents on his desk.
    “Marty Phillips is here to see you,” Shirley said after she opened the door.
    “Send him in, Shirley.” Absorbed in his work, he’d lost track of time. He’d intended to grab a quick lunch before his meeting with Marty. “And when you get a chance, order me a lunch, please. The same thing I had on Tuesday. Check with Marty and see if he wants anything.”
    With a nod, Shirley moved away from the door, and seconds later Marty entered. Immediately, Sara’s warning surfaced. Despite his insistence, she still refused to elaborate on her comments from the other day, but even so, she’d made her feelings clear. Maybe he should have questioned Dylan at Cliff House.
    “It’s nice to see you again.” Trent stood and ignored the questions in his gut when he considered the purpose of their meeting. Marty had complied a list of potential marriage candidates in record time. Today they’d go through it and select one. As he came around his desk, he lowered the knot in his tie a fraction of an inch. If he wanted to win, this was what he needed to do.
    He’d reminded himself of that over and over ever since Marty confirmed this meeting with him. Even Sara believed a steady relationship and then marriage was the best way to repair his image. Of course, she disagreed with this method, but she was biased. If Marty felt this was the best course of action, he’d go with it. After all, many politicians had this man to thank for their positions.
    Marty dropped his briefcase on the conference table near the windows. “I put together comprehensive binders on three potential wives.” He pulled out the spiral bound binders and placed them on the table as he sat. “But I have another idea that trumps the entire thing.”
    Intrigued, Trent took the seat across from the campaign advisor. Before today Marty had been dead set on the idea of a marriage. What could’ve changed his mind?
    “Did you by any chance see the society section in yesterday’s Providence Gazette ?”
    Trent shook his head and waited. He didn’t even remember that the Gazette had a society section.
    Across the table Marty pulled something else from his briefcase. “Forget about the women listed in those.” He pointed to the binders he’d first tossed down. “This is who I want you to win over and marry.” He held out a section of the newspaper and pointed to a picture that filled much of the page. “A similar picture showed up in the Boston Times this morning.”
    Trent grabbed the paper, the headline over the picture taunting him. “Coffee For Two: Legendary playboy cozies up with local small business owner.”
    “How the hell is this possible? There were no photographers around.” At least he didn’t think so, yet there was no mistaking the picture of Addison and him having coffee at Ambrosia.
    “My sources at the papers refused to give me a name but told me a customer took the picture. That doesn’t