Clayton
I gulp as Frankie stares down Samuel Evans. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind it all, Uncle Sam,” she agrees to speak in private with him.
Samuel Evans grins wickedly at my pregnant mate. I feel a tremble of fear as he flicks his eyes to me, and they flash gold. “Is there a room we can talk in private?” Sam asks my boss, Charles.
“Sure, Senator,” Charles directs us down the hall to a conference room. “Take all the time you need,” He grins and eyes me. Sam and Frankie step into the room while Charles holds on to me. “I don’t know what is going on here, Marshall, but-“
“Don’t worry about it, sir,” I interrupt him. “Senator Evans and Frankie are old friends,” I smirk at the senator, who nods when Charles looks at him for confirmation.
“Ms. Abernathy’s father was one of my oldest friends,” S
