“You’re going to blow them away.”
Zara beamed at Ansel.
“Seriously,” she said. “Goosebumps.”
Ansel shrugged. His brain felt cobwebby from the lack of sleep. “I used to have a knack for it,” he said. “Just keep the coffee coming.”
“Well, you got your mojo back.” Zara’s silvery eyelids sparkled whenever she fluttered her lashes. “After you get on camera today - if we don’t see your poll numbers jump through the roof, I’ll eat my hat!”
“Do you even own a hat?” Ansel smiled before leaning back in his chair.
“Totally. A beret.”
“Ooh la la.”
Zara’s laughter sounded like the jingle of bells.
Ansel’s stomach lurched. A moment from his dream last night resurfaced. He wrapped his arms around his chest.
“What’s wrong,” Zara asked.
“Nothing,” he lied. “Let’s get on with this.” He s
