sat up straight. When the dean paused to take a breath, she jumped in. âDean Gladstone, I know you donât like my newfound notoriety, but it could be a real opportunity for the school to gain a national reputation.â
That was what Colin had done, hadnât he? Turned the media attention to his benefit. So why couldnât she do the same? Though he was silent, she knew the dean was still on the line because she heard his breathing. So she continued.
âWhat if I do a few interviews with Senator Roberts and write some articles on this race and the impact of his defense policy?â
âThatâs an interesting idea,â the dean allowed. âOne significant deficit in your tenure application is that you havenât written a book.â
Kat bit her lip. She hadnât written a book because her ex-fiancé had stolen yearsâ worth of analyses and sold them as his own.
âA book would make your application more competitive, particularly one analyzing your fatherâs policies and tracking this campaign through the election.â
That was a lot more than what Kat had in mind. Maybe she shouldâve thought through this half-baked idea before blurting it out. She couldnât commit to being away from her mother for an extended period of time. âA book would be hard to write based on a few interviews.â
The dean wasnât listening. He talked over her. âI have a very dear friend at Harvard University Press, and if you can deliver a book in the next three months, Iâll twist his arm to publish it before the election.â
She closed her mouth. A book? Published by Harvard University Press? In the academic world, that was like hitting the New York Times bestseller list. She might have a chance at living down this story. Other career opportunities would open up; maybe she could even return to a big-time university. But that meant spending two to three months researching with her father...and with Alex.
âDean Gladstone, covering my father through the election is a longer proposition than what I was thinking.â
âProfessor Driscoll, perhaps I havenât made myself clear, so let me be blunt. Your current application will not get you a promotion. And your newfound notoriety gives me cause to consider whether to continue your contract for next year. Iâm giving you a solutionâI suggest you take it.â
Kat couldnât bring herself to hit the end button despite the insistent beeps in her ear telling her the dean had hung up. She closed her eyes. What have I done? If he didnât renew her contract, it was too late for her to find another position. Her savings account barely held enough money to cover next monthâs rent. She couldnât afford to lose her position. More important, her mother needed the health insurance that came as a benefit.
âI couldnât help but overhear.â
Kat opened her eyes to see Alex kneeling in front of her. She closed her phone.
âThis is none of your business.â
âActually, it is.â He squeezed the bridge of his nose, then looked up at her. âIâm going to put my cards on the table. No bull. I have a win-win solution for both of us.â
She leaned forward, searching his eyes. He was a charmer, just like Colin. But she wasnât going to be fooled. Not again.
âThe senatorâs going to take a hit in the polls with your motherâs announcement. No matter what she said, our conservative state will see him as having abandoned you. The only way to manage the story now is to invite you into the fold. Come on the campaign trail. Take some pictures with the senator so he can show that heâs getting to know his newfound daughter. Your mother said she wants him to claim you, and heâs willing to do that. In return, you can spend time learning about him for your book.â
She stared at him. His eyes were pleading and she could feel herself