Page 39 of Campaign Season
“You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
Jameson turned back to Potter. “I’ll let Mel know.”
“I’ll have Agent Royce bring the car around to the McKennas’,” Potter said.
“Sorry about that, Shell.”
“Don’t be.”
Jameson sighed.
“JD?”
“Yeah?”
“Sometimes, I miss that.”
“Huh?”
“Just being JD. Being able to do things without an entourage. Being able to take my family where I want, when I want.”
Michelle nodded. All of Candace’s children were assigned Secret Service protection, but never at the same level as Jameson and Candace. One day, she and her siblings would regain their autonomy. Candace and Jameson never would.
“I know it sucks sometimes,” Michelle said.
Jameson chuckled.
“Maybe you should ask Alex and Claire how to slip out unnoticed. Aren’t they, like, master spies or something?”
“If you ask Pearl, that’s Jeffrey,” Jameson said.
“Right. Grandma wishes he was 007. Uncle Jeff is a translator. He’s way too dull to be a spy.”
“You never know.”
Michelle rolled her eyes. “Well, I’ll give you this much: no one probably pays attention to Uncle Jeff, so he’d make a good cover. You could hide in the back of his station wagon.”
Jameson laughed. “He doesn’t have a station wagon.”
“He did.”
“When?”
“When we were kids. It was thespy wagon.”
Jameson snorted. “Only you, Shell.”
“What? It’s true!”
Melanie walked up with the kids and tipped her head.
“What’s going on? I saw Larry talking to you,” she asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Shell said. “Time to head to Cassidy’s. That is, unless Uncle Jeff rescues JD in his spy wagon.”
Mel crinkled her nose. “What are you talking about?”
