Chapter 7
“You sure you don’t want anything in your coffee?” said the governor of Montana, Jack Curtis, as he held out a coffee to Reine where she sat on a plush green sectional.
“Just black,” she said. “Thank you. I appreciate this.”
He really was a handsome man, dressed in dark pants and a light blue shirt minus a tie. His smile reminded her of Vern in a way. The man oozed power, and she was well aware that her freedom was because of him.
He only nodded as she took the large green mug, hearing Iris in Karen’s kitchen with a rambunctious Cameron, who was pushing a big toy Tonka truck around the small two-bedroom condo.
“This is absolute bullshit,” Karen said from where she was sitting in a leather easy chair. “I don’t even know where to begin. Damn, I have to pee again…” She struggle
