Page 23 of Courting Gossip (Courting)
Brody’s jaw stiffened. She knew that video was the fly in the ointment. ‘They won’t say what they saw.’
She tilted her head. ‘All of it?’
He pulled off his tie with a snap. ‘Let’s just drop it, OK?’
No, she had a commitment to her client, and her contract was still intact in her hot little hands. She felt compelled to protect the senator. Nothing that had happened last night was his fault either. ‘Samuel would be mortified by that more than anything, you know.’
‘He might be embarrassed to be caught bare-assed, but I doubt he’d be mortified to be caught with you.’
Her eyebrows rose. ‘It’s not his bare ass I’m talking about.’
Brody stared at her. He was tired, she knew, but it suddenly dawned on her that he wasn’t thinking slowly.
‘You don’t know, do you?’ She threw up her hands. Now who was thinking slowly? Why would Brody know? It wasn’t something that a man shared with his buddies like beer and sports.
‘What are you talking about?’ he asked.
And Brody and Samuel weren’t friends. Technically, Brody worked as a contractor for the senator. So did she, but she was on a need-to-know basis.
He turned towards her, some of that hunter energy coming back. ‘If you have information that affects the senator, I need to hear it.’
He really couldn’t stand being left out of the loop, could he? The papers twisted in Genieve’s hands. She’d promised to keep it confidential.
‘Jenny,’ he growled.
She glared at him. ‘I’m not supposed to tell anyone – but the reporters saw it.’
‘Saw what?’
‘One-eyed Willie,’ she hissed.
‘What?’
She squirmed. She was well acquainted with the human body and all its quirks, but she wasn’t comfortable talking tohimabout it. ‘Bacon with one egg? The ball-peen hammer? The Uniballer?’
‘Are you speaking English?’
‘You know…his…package.’
Brody’s jaw went slack. ‘He…’
‘Only has one…’ She pointed down there, but then felt her face flare. ‘Those two noticed. They got it on tape.’
Brody clapped his hand to his forehead, and she winced. She knew he had to clean up a lot of messes after his clients. He hid bad press and made things look better than they should, but how did one pretty that up with a bow?
He dug his fingers into his temples and began to rub. ‘Jesus, they got that on tape?’
She nodded ruefully.
And it was currently with the police.
‘I can’t even—’ He shook his head. ‘He might be on his own with that one.’
It was beyond the spin machine of even the great Brody Haynes?
‘Unless we use it. We say that the reporters were trying to confirm the rumour. We make him the spokesperson for men with his condition.’
‘Brody!’
