Chapter Seven
“The deal is a no go.”
Keaton sat in State Senator, Ginger Chase’s office. The pretty blonde stared at her computer screen. Her fingers flew on the keyboard as though she were chasing after the insurgent that was standing in their way. But Keaton’s attention was on the beautiful brunette next to him.
Brenda Vance had changed out of her jeans and T-shirt and into a nicer pair of jeans and a blouse. The new jeans were a darker blue and played perfectly against her tanned skin. The blouse, which was buttoned all the way up, still showcased the line of her neck, making Keaton’s mouth thirst.
She’d driven them into town in her old Ford F150. The AC had worked, so she’d rolled the windows up and put the radio on. It had been for the best. Keaton was at a loss as to what to say
