Dutch and Gina: The Power of Love by Mallory Monroe

Author:Mallory Monroe [Mallory Monroe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B007VP67BS
Publisher: Austin Brook Publishing
Published: 2012-04-18T07:00:00+00:00

Later, after they had laid there silently for nearly ten minutes, Gina, who was still in his arms, looked up at him. And smiled.

“You were magnificent,” she said.

Dutch smiled. Pulled her closer. “Thank-you,” he said.

“Compliment well deserved.”

“Not for that. Not for your compliment. But for your understanding. For getting me in this bed instead of in that Oval Office to face all of that what happened bullshit I’ve got to face.”

Gina stared at him, her big, brown eyes narrowing in that sincere look of hers. “What did happen, Dutch?” she asked him.

Dutch exhaled. “What have you heard?”

“That Liz came to your fundraiser drunk and that Allison was trying to get rid of her, but you wouldn’t let her. I heard that you insisted they take her up to your hotel room.”

“That’s correct.”

“Why?”

“What do you mean why? Because she was drunk. Because she used to be a very close friend of mine. Because I couldn’t. . . Because I knew the person she could be.”

“So she went up to your hotel room and presumably was there when you arrived later that night.”

“Yes.”

Gina braced herself. “And you sobered her up and sent her on her way?”

Dutch paused. “No,” he said. “She was already sober by the time I got there, and we talked.”

“About what?”

“Her and the decisions she’s made. She just wanted to talk.”

“What aren’t you telling me, Dutch? What happened in that room? How did she end up in your bed?”

There was a long pause that nearly undid Gina. “We talked and while we were talking she began to get emotional. She broke down in tears. I held her while she cried.” A hesitation. “And then she went to the bathroom to freshen up. At least that was what I think she planned to do. So I freshened up my drink while I waited. I was exhausted, and ready to get to bed, but I figured she would be on her way in a few minutes anyway. So I waited. That was when I heard more crying. I headed for the bathroom to make sure she was okay. But she wasn’t in the bathroom. She was lying across my bed, sobbing. I went to her. She kept insisting her life was over, that she did it wrong and she just kept going on about how messed up her life was. So I . . .”

Gina’s heart was pounding. “So you what?” she asked him.

Silence.

“What, Dutch?” she asked again.

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “So I comforted her, Gina,” he said.

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