Six years later…

“Two terms. I knew it all along.”

I turn and look at Fred, who is washing dishes at the sink and frown. “You did not! You said you thought my dad was a crooked politician!”

Fred shakes his head and laughs. “No, I said he probably was a crooked politician like the rest of them. I’m happy to be proved wrong.”

“And he’s happy to be proved wrong that you’re not trying to kill me,” I tease, going in for a kiss. Fred ducks out of the way at the last possible second and throws me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

I let out...