Married to a woman, in politics for twenty years, Senator Kipp Kensington thought his secret was safe…until he met the man of his dreams. Knowing that even the whisper of being gay could ruin his chances for aspiring to be the president of the United States one day, Kipp had his life neatly arranged to give the public the impression they seemed so desperately to need in order to acquire their votes; A straight man with a stable marriage. But after nine years of living the lie, the contract he and his wife shared had begun to crumble. After a chance meeting with the gorgeous leather-clad motorcycle rider, Robin Grant, Kipp began to wonder if his future lay in a different direction. As the affair between the men heats up, Kipp’s fate lay in the hands of his alcoholic bitter wife. With the threat of exposure and blackmail looming, the senator had to make a decision. But will he choose to follow his heart or his life’s ambition? It’s all down to the influence of a man who has become the thief of his heart.
As Robin gawked in awe, the man said, “Senator Kensington! So good to see you!” Whipping his head around to hear Kipp’s reply in case this was a mistake, Robin choked at the information and froze as if instantly he would be arrested for lewd conduct and dragged to the local jail.
“Stanley, how are you?” Kipp kept his cool, shaking the man’s hand. “Stanley, this is my nephew, Robin. Robin, Stanley Olson, an old friend of mine.”
Hearing the word ‘nephew’ Robin kept his mouth shut, petrified he’d be interrogated and give up the charade.
“How’s Louise? I hear your re-election campaign is running full steam ahead.”
“Yes. It’s going well. But it’s still a few months off.”
“Well, good luck to you, Kipp. I’ll let you and your nephew enjoy your meal.”
Robin felt if he moved a muscle he’d give something away. It wasn’t until the man left the table that he breathed once more. “Senator?” he gulped in surprise. “Did he call you senator? You’re Senator Kipp Kensington?”
Kipp found the waiter and asked for the check, not looking at Robin.
After he signed his credit card slip and they were walking out the door, Robin watched Kipp nod to Stanley as they passed, then they left through the exit to stand outside.
After he set his helmet on the seat of his bike, Robin crossed his arms over his black leather chest and gazed at Kipp, waiting for his explanation.
Casually, knowing he had some talking to do, Kipp leaned against the door of his Mercedes and tilted his head for Robin to do the same.
Walking closer, Robin rested back against the fender and stared at him expectantly.
“I thought it would scare you off.”
“No. No, I didn’t lie. I just didn’t think I should just blurt it out.”
Robin’s arms were still folded tightly over his chest. His attention moved to the people coming and going from the parking lot. He and Kipp were in back of the restaurant and secluded at the moment.
After a deep inhale of breath, Kipp began, “Look, Robin, I’m gay as well. But unfortunately for a politician it’s taboo. So, my publicist found me a wife. She’s just what they call in the business a ‘walker’. She poses with me for photos. That’s it. I’m sorry I said you were my nephew, but the way politicians are being caught and outed lately, well, it’s something every gay man in the closest fears.”
“Senator?” Robin repeated, still not believing his ears.
“Yes. Look, I understand if you want to run a mile. Believe me.”
Softening, not wanting to move an inch, let alone a mile, Robin finally released his tightly crossed arms and turned his body so he was facing Kipp. “No. It’s okay. I’m not going anywhere. But, you asked me to come with you tomorrow. How will I do that?”
“I don’t know. It was just an impulsive idea. Never mind.”
Robin imagined caressing his cheek softly, comforting him. “Can your nephew go?” When Kipp’s eyes lit up, Robin laughed at his expression. “You realize no one will believe you.”
Kipp smiled back. “I know. That’s why it’s a bad idea.”
“You want to try anyway?”
Kipp faced Robin, leaning his side against the car. They were certainly close enough to touch, but not quite close enough to kiss. “You…you want to come to Washington with me?”
“If you want me there.”
When Robin snuck a touch of his hand, Kipp looked down at the contact. “I do.”