I watched the side of his face, studied the hardness of his jawline, the cords that popped in his neck, all the features that revved my engine louder than the SUV we rode in. His pretty eyes were a contradiction to the rest of him, the only softness he possessed. His jaw was clean because he shaved for the event, and he wore a black watch on his wrist, something I’d never seen him wear before.
“Any pointers?” I asked.
He turned back to look at me. “Just be yourself.”
“Then I’m going to be a dumb girl who doesn’t know s**t about politics.”
He smirked. “I’m not bringing you to talk about politics.”
“Then why are you bringing me?”
His blue eyes continued to look into mine, to spear my soul with their subtle intensity. “Because you’re my woman.” Like everything else he said, he said it w
