Bishop (Political Royalty Book 3) by Evelyn Adams

states with open primaries, but that included Virginia and Ohio. For closed primary and caucus states, they’d simply change the variables and targeting to something specifically relevant to that location and that user. And the best part was with Becca there to help shepherd them through it, the captains on the group could tailor the information to suit their specific needs and target goals. It was better than she’d imagined.
    “It’s the difference between spending the day making cold calls as opposed to working with a list of already hot leads. More time spent with high-quality interactions and less time spent working on it overall. So less volunteer fatigue.” Justin met her gaze and she could tell he’d already started working through the logistics of implementing the program on the ground. There was no reason to wait before she let him loose with it. He’d be the one to turn the vision into real-world results.
    “Work out a travel schedule that maximizes your priorities. Becca’s going to go with you,” she said to Justin.
    He held her gaze for a moment and she read anticipation and concern in his expression. She didn’t need to ask to know he was itching to get started. But she also knew without asking that he was worried about what would happen between her and Walker if Justin was out of the picture. He’d been handling most of the one-on-one body work with both of the Walkers. He had to be worried about who would fill the void in his absence and they both knew she didn’t have a reassuring answer.
    Beside her, Becca sat up straighter and any hesitation she’d had over whether the young woman was up for the trip vanished when she saw the proud expression on her fresh face. The glimmer of idealism made Haven smile in spite of herself. It had been eons since she’d felt that kind of black-and-white optimism. That fact that Becca could still feel it even after what happened to her gave Haven an unreasonable amount of hope.
    “We’ve got five days before you’ve got to be back in Wisconsin. After that, we’ll keep the team working on this a couple of days ahead of the campaign primary schedule.” She paused for a moment, mulling the idea over for a few seconds before committing. “Abby? Would you be willing to go with the team? Assuming the senator can spare you?”
    Unless she’d badly misread the other woman’s interest, she wanted to be part of the project and she was brilliant with logistics. After this first trip, Abby and Becca could probably handle things without Justin, freeing him up for the delegate wrangling that was becoming more important every day.
    Abby glanced between the screen and Walker, clearly torn. Haven hadn’t paid much attention to her hero worship lately. She’d assumed it had abated, but from the looks of it, Abby’s feelings for the senator were as strong as ever.
    “Go,” he said, clearly sensing the problem. “Justin’s going to need someone to keep him in line.”
    “Nice.” Justin gave Haven the can you believe this guy look and she stifled her laughter. “It’s a scurrilous lie, but I’d be happy to have your help.”
    Abby looked conflicted, but curiosity won out, at least for the moment. “I’d like that.”
    “Great,” said Haven, pushing her chair back from the table.

H AVEN’S PHONE DINGED WITH WALKER’S text, letting her know he was waiting in the car out front. She closed the door to the hotel room that served as a substitute apartment and hurried through the lobby and out the front door. The hotel wasn’t exactly homey, but there was laundry service and maid service. And she had a tiny kitchenette with a microwave big enough to heat leftover take-out and a mini fridge full of Diet Coke and peanut butter cups she’d overpaid for at the convenience store next door, all of which put the accommodations leaps and bounds above the campaign bus.
    “Where to this morning?” she asked, sliding into the backseat beside him.
    The screen was already