tomorrow night."
"I assume you haven't told her about this part of our lives," I said as I unracked the bar and did my first set. It takes us a long time to work up to anything approaching a challenging weight, so I had a few more minutes before things got serious. "I haven't met her yet though."
"Maybe next week I'll bring her by the house," Riley said. I racked the bar and we changed spots, Riley banging out his first set. "First though I'm taking her out for dinner."
"Nice. Mark wanted me to ask you to take some more patrols while you're home, though. There seems to be a new face in town, someone going by the name Mr. Clean. We're expecting an uptick in street-level action."
We added another set of forty-five pound plates, Riley adding one on his side while I added on the other side. "Okay. When's the next one?"
"Tonight," I said with a grin. "Just you and me. So make sure you have your time in the massage chair, I wouldn't want you to be stiff and unable to keep up. It being such a long time since you and I worked together and all."
"Probably a good thing," Riley cracked back. "I mean, you patrol with Andi, and you always end up stiff."
"That's your sister, man. Come on," I laughed. "Have some class."
"I do. You're the one who's marrying my sister, after all. I suppose after you two get married I'm going to have to cover the entire city for a week while you are on your honeymoon?"
I chuckled and unracked the bar. "Nope," I said, starting down for my first rep. "Actually, your dad said he might be up for it. Think you can hang with your old man?"
"Shit."
By the end of the workout, I noticed Riley struggling. We all have our ups and down in maintaining our fitness levels, but he'd let his slip too much while studying and probably partying at Harvard. I wasn't going to ask, after all, he seemed to be into this new girl, but I wondered just how many sorority sisters he slept with in the past semester. Knowing Riley the way I did, probably enough to start their own separate sorority. There'd be quite a few broken hearts around Harvard if Riley was serious about her.
We both reached our maxes, Riley stopping a good hundred and ten pounds lower than me, spotting me through the rest of the workout before we moved on to the rest. At the end, I watched as Riley walked gingerly across the gym, his legs more tired out than they should have been. "You gotta’ get yourself back into shape, Riley."
Riley looked like he was about to argue, then nodded his head.
Chapter Three
Andrea
" G ood morning , Mr. Mayor."
Patrick chuckled and waved me in. "Andi, the only time you need to call me Mayor is when you might be at a press event. In the meantime, I'm still Uncle Patrick."
I laughed and nodded. "Okay. So what would you like me to do today?"
I was doing my so-called day job, being a political intern. With Carter normally helping out his mother at MJT, Patrick didn't want to leave the family out of his work at City Hall either, and with Dad working as his Chief of Staff, he wanted to know for sure that he’d be surrounded by people who would be on his side. One of the things Patrick had learned in his years in politics, is that friends are more precious than gold in politics, family sometimes even more so.
"Actually, I wanted you heading down to the press pool," Patrick said. "Vanessa could use a little bit of help, and she's been looking forward to working with you again."
"That's just because our personalities match," I said. "Or at least that's what she says."
Patrick leaned in. "She's going to ask you to do a press conference, I'm sure of it."
I blanched a little bit at the idea. It's strange, I guess. Standing in front of a group giving a speech as Andrea Bylur scared the ever living hell out of me. Casual banter and kicking ass as Ice Princess though, that was easy. Still, I was marrying one of the most famous men in the city, and had been part of the family since birth. I had to get over it sometime, I couldn't