Page 45 of Campaign Season
“Tell Shell I got pulled away if she comes back. Just tell her to call me.”
“Got it.”
A sharpmeowdrew Jameson’s eyes downward. Jinx sprawled on the rug, rolling onto his back like a king awaiting tribute.
“Some guard cat you are,” Jameson muttered, grabbing her jacket. She glanced at the coffee maker, then shook her head with a sigh. “Maybe I should’ve gone with Candace’s scotch instead.”
The Press Office
“I think we need to say something,” Dana said.
Cassidy groaned.
Jameson peeked around the corner. “Just tell me I didn’t do it—whateveritis.”
Dana chuckled. “Come in, JD.”
“What’s going on?” Jameson asked.
“We need your input,” Cassidy said.
“Okay…”
“There’s chatter about Candace’s trip home,” Dana explained.
“And?”
“I can’t reach Candace about this right now,” Cassidy added.
“What kind of chatter?”
“A family crisis. Apparently, there’s a rumor about divorce,” Dana said.
“Whose divorce?”
Cassidy and Dana answered together, “Yours.”
Jameson stared at them for a long beat—then burst into laughter.
“JD, I know it’s petty, but it’s picking up steam online,” Dana said.
Jameson kept laughing. “It’s ridiculous. Does this have anything to do with Shell asking me to greet a bunch of Catholic school kids?”
Dana frowned. “What?”
“Never mind,” Jameson said. She sobered slightly. “If you want my advice—ignore the chatter. That’s exactly what Candace would tell you.”
“Normally, I’d agree. But this close to an election…” Dana said carefully.
Jameson sighed. “So what’s your plan?”
“Possibly have you agree to appear on one of the four o’clock cable shows?” Dana suggested.
“Are you asking me, or floating the idea so I can shoot it down?” Jameson asked—just as her phone buzzed. She held up a finger. “Shell? What? Okay. Sure. What time? All right. I’ll see you in forty minutes in the East Room.”
Cassidy and Dana exchanged a look.
“I have a better idea,” Jameson said.
