His Political Wife's Secret

a perfumed whirlwind, all cooing

itically scanning my slightly fuller figure. "Carrie will take g

s and serene smiles, immed

rculation," she said, placing a hand on my arm. "And I can show y

Jack, her eyes lingering on him, her voice soft and

He was always a sucker for a beaut

oman," he remarked to me later that

st s

eir visit, I put m

in Jack's private study, a room tha

you be an absolute angel and fetch a blue folder from Jack's desk? I se

s lit up. A c

SB. Anythi

minutes, then f

s desk, but with his private ledger ope

e full of innocent surpri

ng the ledger shut

your folder. This study is so... ma

I said, pointing. "And Jack is very

walked in, dra

here?" he asked,

s just kindly fetching a folder for me. I think

flustered apology. "Yes, silly me

sing his face as he noticed the slightly askew ledge

hing important, Jack. SB seem

o, no, of course not, Carri

at clearly said, Don

"Sarah-Beth, you shouldn't be sending Carrie into Jack

s palpable, her defen

tly triumphant. She had been "discovered," but

so pred

gies, Carrie. And thank yo

e's snooping was planted, even if

s house, and Jack's attention, were n