For the Record (Record #3)(10)
Author: K.A. Linde

“And here I thought reporters were the only ones with spin,” Liz said, attempting a joke to deflect his compliments.

“Politicians don’t have spin. We have facts,” he told her, deadpan.

Liz let his good mood seep into her. “Politicians and facts. Now you’re a comedian.”

“There’s that beautiful laugh,” he said softly. “That’s what I wanted.”

They disconnected shortly afterward. She checked herself out in the mirror to make sure she didn’t look as frazzled as she felt, and then ducked out of the deserted bathroom. There were no reporters in sight, and she wanted to keep it that way.

Once she received a pickup location from Brady’s driver, she briskly walked across campus with her head down. As soon as she spotted the black town car, she slid easily into the backseat. She felt covert as the car drove her away from campus.

She had assumed that they would be driving to Brady’s office in Raleigh, but when the driver pulled off of Highway 40 early, Liz sat up a little straighter in her seat. They were headed into the Durham suburbs, and Liz could only guess that they were headed to Brady’s parents’ house. Why would he have her dropped off there?

Liz had never been to his parents’ house in Durham. In fact, she had only met his parents once, nearly a year ago, because of her friendship with his younger sister, Savannah. She had invited Liz out to dinner with them after the political journalism colloquium Liz had orchestrated. That had been when Brady had been dating Erin, a talk show host out of Baltimore. Suffice it to say the dinner hadn’t gone well.

Was she supposed to meet them now as Brady’s girlfriend? They had been together again for only a few days and she was going to meet the whole family. She thought she’d been completely freaked out by the reporters stalking her class, but this momentarily paralyzed her.

She knew it was ridiculous in light of recent events, but she had a million girly thoughts run through her mind. Would his parents like her? Would they see her as the complication Heather did? How could she ever fit into such a close-knit family? Liz bit her lip and tried to hide her distress by looking out at the passing landscape.

These were normal things she should be able to handle. Parents loved her. They always had. Hayden had been certain for a while that his family liked her better than him. That just made her frown all over again. She had always felt so at home with Hayden’s family. She had even been one of the few people at his sister, Jamie’s, wedding. That relationship was heads-and-tails different from what she had with Brady. If only some part of this situation were normal, then maybe Liz wouldn’t feel quite so queasy at the thought of what was to come.

The car rolled up in front of the Maxwell house shortly afterward, and Liz’s eyes widened. She had been expecting a large house, but this was more like an estate or a compound. It was hidden from view from the main road by trees and an imposing fence. A sprawling lawn led up to the all-brick edifice with colonial-style columns and a double wraparound porch. The driver wove them along to the back of the house and into an enormous dark garage, and then ushered Liz inside through a side door.

Liz glanced around the small foyer in which she was deposited and wondered where the hell she was supposed to go and what the hell she was supposed to do.

Just as she was about to go wandering around, Savannah popped into the room. “Hey! Brady called and let me know you were on your way over,” she said, giving Liz a quick hug.

“Well, that makes one of us, I guess.” Liz was glad to see Savannah, but also anxious about the reunion. Savannah obviously knew that Liz was now dating her brother, but they hadn’t had a chance to talk about it. “Um . . . do you know what I’m doing here?”

“Oh, Brady is leaving the office soon and figured it would be easier to just meet you here.”

She really wanted to ask why Brady hadn’t just told her that when they were on the phone, but she held it in. Their relationship was so new.

“Come on. I was just about to eat lunch,” Savannah said, either not noticing Liz’s frustration or choosing not to comment on it. “I skipped out of class early today after all the weird stares. My name wasn’t even in the paper, but a lot of people know who I am at this point. Couldn’t have been fun for you.”

“Reporters staked out my advanced editing class.”

Savannah nodded. “Yeah. I’m not all that surprised that’s happening. It’ll blow over.”

“I wish it was already over.”

“Isn’t it weird being on this side of reporting?” Savannah asked. “I mean, I wasn’t exactly in the spotlight most of my life, but I understood how media worked and how to avoid it. Now as a reporter, I see everything from a different perspective. You’re probably experiencing the inverse of that.”

“Yes. Weird would be one word that I would use to describe it.” Bullshit would be the other.

“So . . . when were you going to tell me you were interested in my brother?” Savannah crinkled her nose and made a disgusted face.

Liz couldn’t help but laugh. “Never?”

“Well, at least now I know what changed your mind about voting for him,” she said, arching an eyebrow suggestively.

“Well, it was more that I just got to know him. He wasn’t what he seemed to an outsider.”

“How did he seem?” Savannah asked just as they walked into a massive kitchen.

Liz stopped to stare at the room, which was two or three times the size of the one at her parents’ home in Tampa. Full granite countertops, double ovens built into the wall, French-door refrigerator, all stainless-steel appliances, an enormous island with bar stools to serve as an eat-in breakfast nook. A woman in her early forties had a number of things simmering in pots, and when they sat down, she placed a few gourmet sandwiches in front of her and Savannah. It took Liz a second to realize that they had a cook. She would have never even thought about something like that.

“Liz?” Savannah asked, waving her hand in front of her face.

“Sorry. What?”

“I asked how Brady seemed before you got to know him.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks colored and she turned her face to the sandwich in front of her. “Well, don’t hate me, but he seemed spoiled, like he could get anything he wanted. Born and bred for the position. Out of touch with reality and in it for the money.”

“Sounds accurate to me,” someone said.

Liz glanced over and saw Clay striding into the room with a smirk on his face. His dimples were evident, blue eyes shining with barely contained humor, and his blond hair styled perfectly. Liz had met Brady’s brother two years ago, when he had tried to convince her not to vote for Brady at a gala event. Ever since then he had been trying to get into her pants. It had almost worked last week in her moment of desperation, but she had ended up stealing his phone and calling Brady instead.