A few minutes later, we sat in the living room. Giant windows overlooked the forest around the house. Anywhere else, I would have wondered if the room would get too hot in the early evening sun, basically being a greenhouse, but the towering, two-hundred-year-old fir trees kept the place shaded and cool. The decor throughout the house was mid-century modern, all dark woods, clean lines, with the occasional interesting painting or vase, and big leafy plants. Photos of his family popped up once in a while. The whole place had a Mad Men-cool vibe to it and I wondered if he had chosen the decor himself. Probably not. Men like Emmett paid people to do things like this.
“The election is in two months,” Emmett informed me. “You know this town, as soon as they find out that you and I are dating,
