𝗔 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗞𝗬 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗕𝗟𝗘

11 | jealousy

"Jameson," I whispered, not risking a glance back at him.

I figured that, even though the president was standing three feet away, Jameson was too focused on David to really notice.

"Miss Grambs." President Goodwin offered me a smile much more inviting than his son's. "I take it you've met my son?"

Swallowing, I said, "Yes, sir."

"If you don't mind, I'd like to chat with you before you give your speech." Checking his watch, he said, "We have a few minutes."

I nodded, because how could I possibly say no?

But it wasn't the conversation itself that I was nervous for. It was that Jameson and his brooding son were at odds with one another.

He offered me a hand. I took it and stood.

I risked a glance over my shoulder that hopefully warned Jameson to not do anything stupid.

As we walked away, I flattened my dress, flustered. "I had no idea," I admitted, "that you'd be here."

"It was last minute," President Goodwin said. "I do hope you're not alarmed by the extra security."

I smiled. "I'm used to it."

"Yes," he sighed, "I presume you are. It's been quite the year for you, hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

Smiling, he added, "It's quite admirable what you've done with your money." After a pause, he added, "What you're still doing."

"I have much more than I need," I said. "It seems only fitting that I donate my inheritance."

"Ah, the reason for us all to be here." He stopped on the opposite side of the hall, just far enough that I couldn't quite make out Jameson anymore.

"Forgive me for being blunt," I said, "but is there a reason you wanted to talk to me?"

"I wanted to thank you." His eyes are sincere. I wonder how a man like him could have a son like David. "The efforts you are pursuing make our country a better place."

I smiled. "I appreciate that."

As the President began leading me back to our table, he added, "I do have to apologize for my son. He's jealous."

"Jealous? Of me?"

"No." He chuckled. "I'm afraid, of your boyfriend."