Lamar asked under his breath. Hell no. Miles hadn’t thought anything through. Not since last night when the man had led Lori out of his mother’s B and B in handcuffs. He certainly hadn’t been thinking when he left his campaign headquarters a few minutes ago and strolled down to the sheriff’s office practically making the walk of shame in front of a barrage of national media camped out on the street. Ignoring the questions reporters threw out at him, Miles told himself that his purpose was to see if he could get more details on Lori’s arrest in order to prepare a defense against the character attack that was being waged against him. If he caught a glimpse of her in the process, so be it. But the overwhelming feeling of relief at the sight of her was like a sucker punch to his senses. She was dressed in her usual drab wardrobe, yet she looked different somehow. Despite the telltale shimmer of tears in her eyes, she held her head high and kept her back ramrod straight.
