this team.â
Liza beamed. âIâm glad you consider me a part of the team.â
âCome on, Liza, youâve always had my back. Hell, youâve believed in me more than I believed in myself at times.â
âWell, youâre an easy man to cheer for,â Liza said. âWhoâs this meeting with?â
âSome donors and possibly my competition. Ever hear of a guy named Jackson Franklin?â
âBriefly. Iâve seen a few local features on him. I havenât had a chance to really look into his background.â Liza immediately typed his name into the search engine. Links populated showing photos and stories about war hero Jackson Franklin. People loved a war hero turned politician. This was going to be trouble as well as the fact that he was fine as frogâs hair and had made her heart skip several beats when he shook her hand at the bakery.
âFrom what I just Googled, this guy is going to be a tough adversary.â
âWhy is that?â
âWar hero, pretty attractive, and a down-to-earth guy, from what Iâm reading online.â
âWhat the hell does he know about politics?â She could tell that Robert was annoyed. Thatâs why she didnât tell him that war heroes made good candidates and all he had to do was look at John McCain.
âIt isnât about what he knows,â she said. âItâs about what the public will perceive he knows.â
âHow do we combat that?â
âYouâre not going to like the answer.â
Robert groaned. âLiza, donât start this background bullshit again. Iâm not going to advertise that my mother was a crackhead who left me on my own.â
âVoters will identify with you and it will level the playing field,â she said with a frustrated sigh.
âIâm not doing that, Liza, playing field be damned.â
âThen whatâs your plan?â she asked.
âThatâs why I need you. And I need you to come up with something good.â
Rolling her eyes, all Liza wanted to do was reach through the phone and slap sense into her friend. âI guess we can just go back as far as college. You made some great impressions on professors at UNC and we can get some of them to do some âI knew heâd make itâ endorsements.â
âI donât know what Iâd do without you, Liza.â
âYouâd suffer and never meet a quality woman to save your life.â
âWhatever. Be on time, please,â he said.
âIâm never late. Where is this meeting taking place?â
âShooting you an e-mail with the details. Thank you, Liza.â
After hanging up with Robert, Liza continued her research on Jackson Franklin. His pictures did him no justice at all. She remembered how heâd looked at Amelieâs: tall, muscular, and a disarming smile. That made her nervous and excited at the same time. Women voters would flock to him, and men would probably put more trust in the war hero than the lawyer. We can make this work. Jackson Franklin wonât stand a chance , she thought. But she couldnât stop looking at his picture.
Chapter 5
Jackson sat in front of his computer reading the information that Teresa sent over to him about Robert Montgomery. A criminal lawyer with a UNCâChapel Hill education, a member in good standing with the North Carolina Bar Association, a mentor with the Charlotte area Big Brothers Big Sisters organization, and it went on and on. Jackson was almost ready to just jump on Montgomeryâs bandwagon. He seemed like a viable candidate. Maybe Jackson could funnel his ideas to Robert and instead of spending money to fight it out on Election Day they could use their money to work on some of the projects to help the wounded warriors and low-income families. Maybe he wouldnât have to leave the front lines to make sure things got done. Maybe he and Robert could be allies.
Closing out the