Page 21 of Campaign Season
“Raw, Cass. They’re raw.”
“Delicious,” Cassidy corrected.
“And I don’t mind slippery,” Alex said. “It’s the slimy I like to avoid.”
Michelle bit her lip to keep from laughing.
“On that note,” Dana said, “I’m going to head home.” She offered Jameson a smile. “Thanks for being a good sport.”
“You’ll get the bill.”
“That’ll be nifty since you owe me a paycheck,” Dana deadpanned.
Candace laughed. “You are all nuts.”
“It’s your asylum,” Jameson said.
“That’s the truth,” Pearl agreed.
“We should head home, too,” Cassidy said. “It’s past Alex’s bedtime.”
Cooper yawned. He leaned in and kissed Candace’s cheek. “Thanks for letting me stay up.”
Candace smiled. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Cooper turned to Jameson. “Night, Mom. You were really funny.”
Jameson laughed. “Glad I could provide some amusement.”
“Come on, Coop,” Michelle said. “I’m crashing here tonight.”
“Cool. We can have breakfast.”
“Sure,” Michelle said. “Did Mom buy any Fruit Loops?”
“Grandma told her there are already enough Fruit Loops in this place,” Cooper said.
“There are,” Pearl called out, picking up the bowl of popcorn.
“Night, Mom,” Candace said.
“Glad you’re home in onecleanpiece,” Pearl told Jameson.
“You don’t do the laundry,” Jameson said.
“Nope. But I like the staff. They don’t need your muddy footprints all over the White House.”
Jameson rolled her eyes as Pearl left the room.
“Thank you,” Candace whispered.
“Are you thanking me for my fishing fiasco, my late-night debacle, or for not bringing any fish home?”
Candace smiled. “For being the best thing in my life.”
“Candace.”
Candace leaned in and kissed Jameson tenderly. “You keep me steady, Jameson.”
