Page 130 of Tate
“Did she say yes?”
Ford blinked at him, then understanding dawned. “She said…she didn’t say anything.”
“No yes?”
“And no, well, no.”
“No yes is a no,” Tate said and turned back to the door. Took a breath.
“She got Sloan offstage, then returned to the mic and said something about how this country needs to have a little faith. To take a risk on a team of people who were ready to put their pasts behind them. Then she announced that her mother was going to be Isaac White’s VP.”
But Tate didn’t seem to be listening. He pressed his hand on the door.
Ford frowned at Scarlett, who shrugged. “The senator said a few words, and then Glo got back up and she said she was going to sing a song.”
“It’s our song,” Tate said quietly, his voice a little broken. “She hasn’t sung it since Vegas.”
She was singing a cappella.
She…don’t wanna cry,
But she ain’t gonna fall for another guy.
It’s too hard to be apart
Not after she’s waited for…one true heart…one true heart…
He turned to Ford and pressed his hand on his shoulder, his eyes shining. “One true heart.”
Ford had nothing, watching his brother unravel. Then Tate opened the door, stepped inside, and the rest of the song wound out into the hallway.
He said I’m leaving, baby don’t cry.
No, Stay with me, please don’t die.
The door closed behind his brother.
Always, forever, together, with me
She lay in his grass, clutching eternity.
“It’s sort of romantic,” Scarlett said. She offered a tiny smile.
Ford wanted to reach up and trace his finger down the groove in her face, run it over her lips.
Wanted to curl his hand around her neck and pull her to himself.
Always, forever, together, with me.
He didn’t know what the words meant, but he liked them.
After this was over, they were going to have a serious talk about complications and happy endings. “We need to evacuate the ballroom. And if there’s a bomb, we need EOD here.”
“I’ll call Commander Hawkins.”
He couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her hand before he stepped into the room behind Tate.
Who was standing next to Sly, Tate’s old boss. Ford had met the big man yesterday, found him to be the kind of guy Ford could take orders from.
