Power Switch (Power Play #3) - Kennedy L. Mitchell Page 0,35

say, not dropping Trey's searching gaze. “And in this one case, I’m okay with finding guilt without the evidence. We know who was behind this. Besides, it's not up to you, T, and it's not up to Trey.” Sighing, I find the ceiling and focus on making all this make sense. “I'm stronger than them, stronger than their attempts to knock me down. I was a teen mom who scratched and clawed her way through a crappy life in hopes of a better one. And now I’m here, in a stressful-as-hell but amazingly rewarding job, and they’re trying to take that from me? Hell to the no. I will not sit back and let two asshats continue to play their version of cat and mouse with me as the prey.”

Taking a deep breath, I glance back and forth between the two men, who stare back wide-eyed.

“I assume you have a plan,” Trey asks, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I knew he would like the idea of fighting back.

I shake my head with a laugh. “Not yet, but I will.”

“I don't doubt it.” Standing with a groan, Trey strokes a hand over the top of my head. “But before we start planning their demise, you need to get out of here.”

A slight buzzing draws my attention to his shorts. After pulling the phone from the side pocket, he cringes at the screen.

“What?” What else could happen today?

“I have to get back for this event tonight with Jessica.”

I snarl and roll my eyes.

“Don't give me that,” he responds with a chuckle. “Just playing my part in your world domination plan.”

“Still don't like it,” I pout. Yeah, he's doing it for me, but I don't have to be happy that another woman gets him for the night. Especially Jessica, who's pulled a complete 360, going from friend to foe overnight. Something tells me I don't know the whole story behind that, and I should dig deeper to find the reasons behind her about face. But when? I've just made a declaration of war against the two most powerful men in DC, one who's already after my head and the other who'd probably get off watching my murder.

Sickos.

I really need to make a list. A kill list, sans the kill part.

What would that make it?

“Think your mom will help us find dirt on Kyle?” I ask absentmindedly.

I can't call it my “to do” list. That makes it sound sexual, and the last men on Earth I’d “do” are number one and two on that list.

“Probably not. It's one thing to help us stop the bill, but this is….”

“My level of crazy but not hers,” I say with a genuine smile. It’s cool. I know it sounds a little off thinking I can take the two on. But one of them just tried to kill me—again—so all sanity has left the building. If it ever resided there in the first place, that is.

“Exactly.” Leaning forward, he brushes a barely there kiss along my lips. “I'm going to get the doctor.”

I watch as he crosses the small room, checking out his muscular calves, flexing thighs, and round ass. Biting my lip, I stare at that ass until the door closes behind him.

“Down, girl,” T says, humor in his light tone. “So, we're going after Birmingham and Whit.”

I nod. “I think Kyle first since the DOJ already wants him gone as well, and then we focus on Shawn. The easiest out would be to get the information needed to impeach Kyle, even though gaining said information wouldn’t be the easiest.”

“We don't know if it was one of them who planted the poison. You’re jumping to conclusions.”

I shrug. “Even if Kyle wasn't directly responsible for today’s incident, we know from the Russian intelligence we were given that he’s contacted people to harm me. I have to do this, T.”

“You realize if you do take these men on, your political career and your life will be at risk even more than they are currently.”

“I don't care about the first. The second, well, that's what you and the guys are for, right?” I shoot him a hopeful grin.

His cheeks bunch with a wide smile. “Hell, woman. You weren't kidding about keeping things interesting.” He chuckles. “Do what you need to do. We've got your back.”

The door swings open, and a doctor walks through with Trey hot on his heels. As the doc goes through the motions of his release checklist, readying me to get the hell out of here,