![]() ![]() Kara watched as Senator Sheridan took Barbie’s hand and bent down to kiss her cheek. “Reece! There you are!” A young woman who reminded Kara of Malibu Barbie emerged from the crowd and reached for the senator. She’s somewhere out there.” Kara gestured toward the undulating crowd. Kara felt her aloofness slip to the floor and shatter. Particularly not a handsome one who oozed charm the way slugs oozed slime. She had no business getting cozy with a senator. “Cheers.” Kara drank, tried to recover her sense of detachment. “I don’t know about their margaritas, but they have the best selection of single malt in town. ![]() He gave her one and took a sip from the other-amber liquid in a small glass. The crowd seemed to part for him, and in a matter of moments he was back, two drinks in hand. ![]() He smiled, took her empty glass, and turned toward the bar. Good journalists never let politicians buy them drinks. ![]()
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