"Senator Billings, your opponent has accused you of 'flip-flopping' on the issues; he says that you're running on an amoral platform set to change at your whims. What do you have to say to that?"

I rolled my eyes so hard I thought I was going to sprain them.

Snuggled up against Cam on the couch, I watched the press conference like other people might have watched a football game. I'd shouted at the TV at least three times, and if my current pillow wasn't so comfortable, I might have gotten up to shout at it a little closer. As if it would have made any difference. We'd had the opportunity to attend the press conference--Liz had invited us--but today was a day we'd both set aside months ago.

After a lot of back and forth about whose place was better, Cam and I moved in together--to a completely new house, where both of us could start fresh. Situated in the suburbs of Kirkland, it was close to Caldwell Investigations and Safe Harbor, so neither of us had to make a hefty commute to get to work. Plus, it was only a short drive to some of the better restaurants, though Cam had managed to get me to eat delivery pizza after we'd finished moving all the furniture in and setting up the electronics.

There were boxes scattered across the house. Some for the living room, some for the kitchen, and a bunch for our bedroom and the guest room. We planned to have a house party in a week--I was going to cook, of course--but for now we'd decided to relax in front of the TV. And quickly had that moment of rest broken by politicians who had all the tact of five year olds.

To John's credit, though, he answered the stupid question with dignity.

"I say it's dangerous to cling to a certain belief without knowing why." The crowd started murmuring, and I could only guess what the fundamentalists among them were saying, "or to make that belief into something so narrow-minded, when it should be open and inclusive. When I began my campaign, I ran on a platform of family first." The senator looked to his right. Liz stood there, dressed in the best pant suit I'd ever seen. "And that's exactly what I'm doing now. I'm putting my family first."

I couldn't help but smile at that. When Liz first went with her father, I'd kept in constant contact. But as the weeks turned to months, she'd needed me less and less. As sad as that was, I was glad to see she was on the road to mending things with her father. And I knew if she needed it, there were resources I could give her at Safe Harbor that would help her move past what happened to her.

"I'm about to get a cavity," Cam grumbled, but I could hear the smile in his voice.

I poked him in the chest, then propped my chin against him to look up into his eyes. "Oh, please. You live for this stuff."

This was a man who--as I'd found out recently--secretly rewound the big grovel scenes in romantic comedies to watch them again. I wasn't buying it. Fortunately, Cam didn't bother denying what we both knew was true.

"I just hope he's not destroying any chance he has of being re-elected. We can use more people like him."

Cam was right. Since Liz had come out, her father completely re-evaluated his platform and the bills he supported. In the last month, he'd become an outspoken opponent of a bill that would have allowed businesses to discriminate based on religion. He wasn't the only one in a state like Washington, obviously, but every voice made us stronger.

"He'll find more support to balance it out," I said, not at all worried about his chances. For every voter he lost, I was willing to bet he gained two more. He'd already won over Cam and I. "Besides, he's got the support of the one person who really matters."

Liz shied away from the spotlight at first, but now she was usually right there with her father when he did these press conferences or community events. She had a natural charisma, and she'd blossomed thanks to the resources available at Safe Harbor. I was hopeful that maybe one day she'd go into politics, too, or some other place where she'd have a platform.

"You're such a sap," Cam teased, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I scoffed at him, walking my fingers up his chest. "You love it."

"You're right," he said, and the look he gave me took my breath away. It was adoration, desire, and promise all expressed through the most beautiful blue eyes, and I was powerless to resist.

My fingers toyed with one of the buttons on his shirt, swirling around it teasingly. Cam's breath hitched, and I looked up at him in complete innocence. "I know you said we should start unpacking after dinner, but..."

He moved quickly, one of his hands gripping my hip as he pulled me on to his lap. His voice came out in a low, sexy growl as he responded, "It can wait."

As his lips met mine, I knew he was right. We had the rest of our lives together.

Even if I was still waiting on that perfect proposal.