Page 44 of Deja Who
“...because on short acquaintance I like her...”
“Ah. You think the mayor of Boston might harbor murder in her heart.”
“Well...”
“And so she does.” Leah smiled. “Just not for me. Journalists, however, are not completely safe from her.”
“She’s not a patient, right?”
Leah shook her head. “I would never insult her by implying there are things wrong with her I could perhaps fix.”
“But therearethings wrong with her and maybe youcouldfix them.” He shrugged. “None of my business, which makes my next question kind of awkward: can you tell me her story?”
“Oh yes. And it’s a good one.”
“Yeah, I figured it must be.” He patted the space beside him on the couch. “Stop leaning all sexy-like on your desk and come here and sit all sexy-like on the couch instead.”
“Your seductive smoothness has melted my reserve,” she said with a straight face, then ruined it by giggling.
“God, you are so gorgeous when you laugh.”
“Doubtful.” But she went to him anyway, and sat beside him. “Do you know how difficult it is, still is, even in this century, for women to excel at politics?”
“Even if I do, you’re gonna tell me anyway. Right?”
“Well...”
