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answer to her second question. What I truthfully remember the most is the incredible sex, but I can’t say that. “One day, at the beginning of our second year, we were in some class, I don’t even remember what it was now, but we were asked where we wanted to go after law school. I’ll never forget Navin’s answer. He said he realized he wanted to be a judge after writing a history paper in high school about the Supreme Court. Specifically, he said based on a quote from William O. Douglas, ‘The liberties of none are safe unless the liberties of all are protected.’” There’s a hush in the cabin. “I remember thinking the country needed more judges who think that way.” I look to Navin and catch his eyes on mine. “I still do.”
Chapter Sixteen
Him
The White House
Washington DC
It’s the day after arriving back in town from London, I’m sitting in my tiny office in the White House basement, still in a quandary after Anna’s chat with the Press Pool. On one hand, I’m floored she remembers that long ago class. Hell, I hadn’t remembered it until she brought it up. Then she’d floored me again with three words. What had she meant in saying them? The "I still do?" Was she saying she thought I should finish law school and become a judge? I wasn’t sure what bothered me more, that she suggested it or that I hadn’t thought of it first. Technically, it’s not impossible, I’m only thirty-six and I have a year and a half of law school behind me. It’s definitely something to think about.
But on the other hand, Anna had been way out of line saying what she did at the reception, and I’m still pissed. I think I am, anyway. And I don’t like her regardless of what she remembers from second year law. Although it had put a big crack in my armor when she said it, and part of me really wants to like her.
I do my best not to think about the third set of my parts. The parts that just want her, period. I tell those parts my body is not a democracy, and even if it was, they wouldn’t get a vote, so they could go ahead and stand down.
Anna had left the press section after answering Rachelle’s questions, and no one said anything for several long minutes. Not until one of the guys said, “For the record, Navin, I think you’d suck as a judge. I’m pretty sure you cheated at poker two nights ago.”
Everyone had groaned, and someone threw a pillow at him. I’d flipped him the bird and told him it wasn’t my fault he couldn’t play worth a shit.
After that, everything went back to nearly normal, except for Rachelle, who pouted nearly all the way back to DC. Frankly, I thought it was funny as hell the way Anna put her down with the subtle crack about her pretty face, while being classy at the same time. You wouldn’t know it was an insult unless you’d been closely watching them interact.
Yes, I’ll be the first to admit, Rachelle is nice to look at. Really nice to look at. It’s not been a hardship at all to be around her for a week. It was quite comical at times to watch the other men fall all over themselves in an attempt to snag her attention. Rachelle, of course, lives for the attention, needs it like she needs air, and sucks it down like it’s the sweetest candy in the world.
Yet, as the week went on, Rachelle and all the women I’d met that week faded when compared to Anna. Rachelle noticed, as women of her type typically do. I’m sure that’s why she asked Anna the questions she had. Rachelle had thought it’d embarrass Anna somehow, but Rachelle made a fatal error. She forgot who she was playing with. Anna Elizabeth Fitzpatrick doesn’t play games.
There’s a knock on my door, and I welcome the distraction. “Come in,” I tell whoever it is. It’s one of David’s assistants, I can’t remember the guy’s name, but the fact he works for David is enough to give me pause. “Yes?” I ask him.
“Mr. Hazar,” he says. “Come with me, please.”
Curious, I stand and follow him back out. I want to know where we’re going, but not enough to appear eager or anxious. If I ask the man I’m following, that’s exactly how I’ll look, so I try to