Page 6 of Campaign Season
“She’s thinking ahead.”
“Mm.”
“Past Halloween,” Cassidy offered.
“Mm-hm. Just tell me what my daughter is thinking ahead about… or is it to?”
“JD’s podcast interview has gained a lot of interest.”
“You mean it’s generated a lot of chatter.”
“That too,” Cassidy said.
“And?”
“Shell thinks we should expand that method of communication.”
Candace stared.
“Candace?”
“Why hasn’t Shell come to me with this idea?”
“I think she intends to.”
“And you’re here to soften the ground for her?” Candace asked.
“Nope. I’m here to soften the ground for you.”
Candace held Cassidy’s stare for a beat—then laughed loud and long.
The door creaked open, and Jameson peered around it. “Did I miss the invitation?”
Candace rolled her eyes. “Get in here, you lunatic.”
Jameson stepped into the office and closed the door. “Should I ask?”
“It seems Shell was impressed with your podcast appearance,” Candace said.
Jameson stopped mid-step. “Don’t tell me she wants me to do another one?”
“Oh, I don’t think it’s you Shell has her sights on this time,” Cassidy replied.
“Shell wants Candace to appear on theLate Great Americapodcast?” Jameson asked.
“I don’t know,” Cassidy said. “But your conversation with Jay Ivey is still topping the charts.”
Jameson groaned.
“It might not be a bad idea,” Candace said.
Jameson arched an eyebrow. “Candace, have you and Cassidy been drinking already?”
“Stop,” Candace said, giggling. “Shell’s not wrong.”
“Mm.” Jameson’s tone was pure skepticism.
Jameson had never been fond of giving interviews. It wasn’t that she was secretive; she simply valued her privacy, especially when it came to her family. For more than a decade, she had been married to a woman whose life unfolded under the glaring political spotlight. This exposure did not alter Jameson’s disinterest in politics as a sport.
