People love a scandal, she thought as she stood beside Jackson, forcing herself not to look at him. But being this close to him made her insides quiver. She thought about how she’d spent the night in his arms. Somehow, they would have to make it through this press conference and go their separate ways. She stole a glance at him as he chatted with a perky blond reporter. Liza wanted to roll her eyes. But why? Was she jealous? How was she laying claim to a man who was about to be off limits to her? “We’re ready to begin,” Teresa said. “Mr. Franklin has a debate to prepare for and I’m sure Miss Palmer has her business to run.” And Blondie needs to get behind the camera and out of Jackson’s face, Liza thought as she plastered a plastic smile on her face. The cameramen hoisted their cameras on their shoulders and the reporters piled their microphones in the middle of the table. All eyes focused on Liza and Jackson. She’d never been nervous in front of the media, but today her heart was beating like an African drum.
