“Yeah.”
“Good.” He turns to face me. “I need to talk to you about something.”
“Well, I want to talk to you both about something.” Barrett comes around the corner and stands next to Graham.
“Go ahead,” Graham sighs. “Come marching in here and take over. This isn’t the fucking Governor’s mansion, you know. I’m in control here.”
“You wish,” Barrett laughs. “I was mentioning earlier to you, Ford, about maybe running for the Presidency.”
Graham takes a step back. “So this is a real consideration?”
Barrett shrugs. “Maybe. I’m not sure if I want to go that far or not, to be honest.”
“What’s Alison say?” I ask.
“She says she’ll support whatever I want to do,” he smiles. “But I don’t know. It’s asking so much of everyone . . . including you guys.”
“How does it affect us?” I ask.
“Well, you’ll be subjected to scrutiny everywhere you turn, for one. For two, I’d want you to be a part of whatever we do. Especially after Nolan’s betrayal, I trust no one.”
Graham scowls. “I get that. But you know Washington is the land of the least trustworthy people in the universe, right?”
“I do,” Barrett laughs. “I’m just asking you guys to think about it and let me know what you think.”
“Okay.” I look at Graham. “Your turn.”
“I got a call this afternoon that I needed to go down to the impound and pick up my car.”
“What?” Barrett asks, his brows raised to the sky. “What happened?”
“I obviously confirm my car is where it’s supposed to be and Mallory’s is too. So I make a call downtown and it’s Camilla’s car.”
Barrett and I exchange a look.
“Our little sister has been running around Davis Avenue. Or her car has, anyway.”
“What the fuck is she doing down there?” I ask. “There’s nothing but trouble on Davis.”
“Is she home?” Barrett asks. “She’s not here tonight.”
“She’s not here because she doesn’t want to see me,” Graham says. “She told Mom she was sick, but it’s all to avoid me.”
I scoot over in the swing to make room for Barrett. “Did she offer any reasonable explanation as to why she, or her car, was out there?”
“She essentially told me she’s a grown woman and I should mind my own business,” Graham smirks. “I pointed out that grown women
don’t typically need to ask their brother for an allowance.”
“Bet that went over well,” Lincoln laughs, joining us outside. “Swink, Swink, Swink. She’s a good girl gone bad. I kind of like it.”
“I always thought it would be Sienna,” I note.
“You thought what would be me?” Sienna climbs the stairs from the side of the house. “And don’t even say you thought I’d be the first to have a kid because that shit isn’t even funny.” We all laugh as she punches Lincoln in the arm.
“I was saying I thought you’d be the bad egg of the family.” I give her a smile. “But look at you, all Miss Goodie Two Shoes.”
“Want your ass kicked, Ford?”