Heather and Elliott have drilled it into my head,” Liz said. Just a short statement, and then I’ll be back with you,” he told her in that confidently casual manner only he could manage. The only thing Liz knew for certain was that she wanted to make this work. Only time would tell what would happen, just like time was what they had needed to find their way back to each other. But his brown eyes betrayed that he was nervous about how Liz would take it. He was more confident now that he had taken control of the situation and was handling it in the way he knew how.
Not necessarily about himself or what this would do to his career at the moment. To everyone else, Brady probably looked completely in control.
She knew how to address reporters, considering she was one. She and Brady had been briefed and rebriefed until Liz had gotten a headache from it all. The workers backstage gave them a wide berth as they went about their business. Brady didn’t make promises that he couldn’t keep, and neither of them knew if everything really would be okay. We’ll get through this wasn’t exactly the comfort she had been looking for, but she knew everything will be okay was a lie. Liz looked up into his handsome face, admiring the strong jawline, the confident dark brown eyes, the perfectly put together hair, and the full lips that drove her crazy. His fingers laced with hers and he squeezed gently, giving her the reminder and reassurance that his presence already brought to her. Brady Maxwell had been announcing his run for Congress and she was covering the event for her paper, and now she was standing with him as he was about to announce their relationship to the world only months before her college graduation date. It was hard to believe that just a year and a half ago she had stood on the other side of the stage for the first time. Time stood still as Liz Dougherty stared out at the crowd of reporters visible through the backstage curtain.
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