door.
The reporters stayed close, sidestepping to keep up with them, lobbing questions at Alex, which he calmly ignored. He stopped a few steps from the door and held up his hand. The crowd fell silent. âThe senator is on a flight. Heâll comment when he lands. Iâm here to make sure these good people arenât unnecessarily harassed. Mrs. Driscoll will not be seeking child support. In case you hadnât noticed, Dr. Driscoll is a grown woman. No further comments right now.â
He was smooth as silk, his lies sounding as authentic as the truth. Once they stepped over the threshold, Kat slammed the door and threw the dead bolt.
She let out a long breath, the tightness in her chest easing. âThank you.â
He gave her a hard stare. âThat was not a good move.â
Her mother looked like she was about to collapse, so Kat took her to the bedroom. The doctor had warned her against using sedatives, but she felt her mother needed one now. Or maybe she needed her mother to take one. The situation was getting more out of control by the minute. Kat took a pill from the locked cabinet in the bathroom and gave it to her mother, urging her under the covers to take a nap. Once Emilia was tucked in, Kat went to the living room to find Alex standing in front of the TV.
âThey interrupted their regularly scheduled programming to air your statement.â
âItâs time for the truth to come out,â Kat said simply. She didnât agree with her motherâs impulsive behavior, but Emilia had been remarkably brave and articulate in front of the cameras, showing more strength in the last five minutes than Kat had seen in her for the past several years.
âWell, itâs now an even bigger story than it was before. Congratulations. Until something blows up in the Middle East, the president has an affair or thereâs a school shooting, the media will be playing that clip of you and your mother every thirty minutes.â
Where was the guy who came and saved them from the reporters? Kat stepped up to him, her feet planted wide. She put one hand on her hip and shook a finger in his face.
âMy mother told the truth, something I know youâre not familiar with in DC. Now that itâs clear weâre not on the same side, why donât you get out of my house and go back to your lair.â
He carefully placed the remote he was holding on the coffee table and gazed at her with a bland expression. Every cell in Katâs body was as taut as the strings of a guitar. Breathe, Kat. This was no different than handling a rowdy classroom. Hold your ground. He took a small step in her direction, closing the distance between them so his chest was no more than a hairâs width away from her. Heat emanated from him, and her own temperature rose a few degrees. Normally sheâd shrink away from a man standing this close to her, but she lifted her head so she could continue to gaze steadily into his eyes. Let me see the fire beneath your cool exterior.
Their faces were barely an inch apart. Something shifted in his gaze and his expressionless eyes turned into a warm chocolate brown. Her own nerves tingled as she caught a whiff of his spicy aftershave, and she couldnât help but look at his mouth. His lips quirked in response and she immediately forced her eyes upward. What am I doing?
It wasnât like she hadnât dated since Colin. Well-meaning faculty members had a never-ending stream of friends and relatives to set her up with, and sheâd been on plenty of first dates where the conversation dried up long before dessert arrived. So, okay, she hadnât really allowed any of those guys to go beyond a peck on the cheek. And none of them made her toes curl, but whatever she was feeling was a result of adrenaline. Too much was happening all at once.
Alex took a deep breath, and she could feel his controlled exhalation. She should step back. Away from the tempting smell