Married by Monday (The Weekday Brides #2)(12)
Author: Catherine Bybee

What Blake didn’t know was the press conference was only one phase of Carter’s plan.

The reporters would figure out the bar was sleazy and after a couple of interviews it would be discovered that Gwen and Eliza weren’t completely uncomfortable up until the fists started flying.

“It’s unfortunate that my intervention was needed. Let it be understood that I will not stand by and watch a crime unfold in front of me without intervening.” Several reporters dipped their heads and franticly wrote down his well practiced and thought out words.

Carter glanced over his shoulder and reached a hand to Eliza.

On the outside, she looked the picture of composure. But he sensed the frantic rate of her heartbeat when he touched her wrist. He noticed her chest rise and fall a little too fast.

She held his hand almost like a lifeline.

“Miss Havens?” A recognizable network reporter called out. “Can you tell us what happened?”

Carter met her gaze, and she allowed a half smile to reach her lips. “Of course,” she said standing next to him as she leaned into the microphones. “Lady Gwen and I weren’t familiar with the area. We’d been in San Antonio for a few days, preparing for the wedding. We thought it would be nice to hear some country music. It was Texas after all,” she offered.

Carter’s shoulders started to relax as a few of the reporters laughed. Even Eliza seemed more at ease as she spoke.

“Like Carter said, a man led my friend outside, and if it wasn’t for Lord Harrison’s personal bodyguard and Carter, I can’t imagine what might have happened.”

“Who threw the first punch?”

Eliza swallowed. “One of the men from the bar struck Carter first.” She glanced at him. “I for one am proud to know we have the opportunity to vote for such an honorable man.”

More pictures flashed.

A warmth filled Carter’s stomach.

“What’s your relationship?”

“Are the two of you dating?”

Carter stepped up to the podium and covered Eliza’s hand with his. “I think we’ve answered your questions.”

“The public wants to know if they’re voting on a party boy with a bank account and friends in high places, or a serious candidate, Mr. Billings.”

Carter’s jaw tightened.

“Carter and I have known each for a couple of years,” Eliza spoke for him. “Outside of a beer while watching a football game, I’ve never seen him over-drink. I dare anyone here to prove me wrong.”

“You sound defensive, Miss. Havens.”

“I’m offended. He might not call plays well from the sofa, but Carter Billing’s is an honest man.”

The rapid fire of questions and Eliza’s revealing answers stunned Carter silent.

“You’re a football fan, Miss. Havens?”

“Isn’t everybody?”

Carter, along with half the crowd of reporters, laughed. He stepped forward and slid his hand over hers. She flinched, but didn’t pull away. “Thank you all for coming today.”

“Mr. Billings?

“Miss. Havens?”

Reporters pushed forward, cell phone and small recording devices in hand. Each of them begging for one more answer to one more question.

Carter slid a hand to the small of Eliza’s back and guided her off the platform. Only when they were back in his room did he stop touching her.

Jay clapped a hand to Carter’s back once the door closed behind them. “Well done.”

Eliza released a sigh and turned toward them. “What now?” she asked.

“We watch how they spin it,” Jay explained as he switched on the TV.

“How they spin it?”

Carter indicated a chair for her to sit. She sat close to the edge as if ready to leave.

“The media has a way of taking what you say, splicing it with what you didn’t say, and making a completely new story.”

“I’m not sure how they could possibly do so with what we said.”

“You’d be surprised,” Jay said, removing his jacket and tossing it on the back of the sofa.

“How long will this take?”

Jay glanced at his watch. “We have twenty minutes before the afternoon news runs.”

“Have you had lunch?” Carter asked. The way she twisted her hands together in her lap gave evidence of her nerves.

“I don’t think I could eat.”

“Which means you haven’t eaten.”

Eliza shook her head.

“How about something light? We’ll have them bring it here.” He lifted the phone and didn’t wait for her to agree. The concierge put him through to room service. After ordering the soup of the day and a pot of coffee, two more of his staff members walked into the room. After a short debate, Carter ordered a few sandwiches to feed everyone in the room.

“I saw Bradley from channel four doing a wrap up outside the lobby,” Justin, one of the staffers told them.

“And?”

“Hard to say.” Justin’s eyes shifted to Eliza. He smiled and shrugged.

Another staffer arrived, tossed his jacket aside. “Well?”

“Nothing yet.”

Eliza glanced from each man in the room to another. Her skin grew pale.

The men spoke to each other, each speculating what the media would say. Carter sat on the arm of the chair Eliza sat in and leaned forward. “Are you okay?”

“Fine.”

Yeah, right!

“We can watch in the other room.”

She glanced at the bedroom door and shook her head. “I’m fine here.”

Yeah, right!

Twenty minutes felt like an hour. As the opening credits for the news rolled over the television screen, room service arrived. Jay rushed the hotel staff in and out. Nobody bothered with the food.

“Shh!”

Carter’s first glimpse of Eliza on the screen filled him with a strange sense of pride. It was unfounded, he knew, but watching her walking beside him on film felt right somehow.

“After last week’s blunder, gubernatorial candidate, Carter Billings is on clean up. He certainly enlisted a mysterious and charismatic partner to help him. It’s hard to determine if Mr. Billings was fighting off an unwanted suitor to his current girlfriend, or if his explanation holds merit. You be the judge.” As the press ran a clip of Carter’s press statement, Carter noticed what little color Eliza had on her face disappear. Her index finger slipped between her lips, her eyes fixed to the screen.

You sound defensive, Miss Havens.