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shooter. They perceive him to be as trustworthy as a Boy Scout.”
    Gavin was out and out laughing now. “That’s your problem with the ladies right there, Miles. You’re too proper. Maybe you need to start carrying a leather riding crop with you.”
    â€œHey, I’m just glad to know you can still score, Miles,” Will added. “Even if it’s only with geriatric women.”
    â€œOh, Miles scores well with
all
women,” Coy said, clearly missing the subtext of the conversation.
    â€œI hate to break it to you, Coy-Boy, but I don’t think Miles has scored since high school.” Gavin jabbed his brother with an elbow to the ribs.
    Flipping them off, Miles jammed his ear buds in and cranked up some Red Hot Chili Peppers in order to drown out the two idiots running beside him. While Miles was close to his siblings, he wasn’t one for sharing all the intimate details of his personal life with them. Let his brother think what he wanted, but Miles certainly wasn’t a monk by any means. He just needed to be very careful whom he dated, especially now that he was on the campaign trail. A casual hookup was out of the question. And a happily-ever-after gig like the ones Gavin and Will had were not for him. Ever. He’d loved like that once and he still carried the scars.
    The song ended just as they reached the stretch of beach across from the inn. Gavin doubled over to catch his breathas Miles yanked out his ear buds. Coy huffed to a stop beside Will and immediately pulled out his phone.
    â€œAwesome, the local affiliate from Wilmington is going to cover our trip to the Sunset Dunes Senior Center today.” His announcement sent both Gavin and Will back into peals of laughter.
    â€œHey, you guys can laugh all you want, but the senior vote is the most critical piece of any election. Do you even know why that is?”
    Will and Gavin sobered up quickly, each casting a curious glance at Coy.
    â€œBecause they actually
do
vote,” Coy continued. “Even in the nonpresidential years, they cast a ballot. Seniors accounted for over sixty-one percent of the vote in the last election and there’s no reason to think that will be any different this time. And with Faye Rich in the race, that’s going to be our battleground. She’ll likely position herself as one of them, saying who better to represent seniors than someone who’s walking the same walk. That’s certainly how I’d do it. But as long as Miles scores with the trustworthy image of a guy who respects and cares about the elderly, there’s no reason we can’t beat her.”
    A small spark of pride flickered in Miles’ chest at the emphatic pitch Coy made. The kid certainly was passionate about the race. Unfortunately, it took more than just passion to win an elected office in today’s world.
    Coy turned toward Miles. “I’ll come by the inn to pick you up at ten. Be sure to consult the clothing chart Bernice laid out for you. We need you looking your best in front of the camera.”
    And just like that, the spark was extinguished.
    â€œBernice is
not
telling me what to wear,” Miles growled. Gavin was doubled over again, but this time not from the effects of the sprint down the beach.
    Coy puffed his chest out. “Bernice is consulting with people from Greer Rossi’s team. We’re lucky to have the governor’s daughter working with us on the campaign. She is one of the most respected image consultants in the business rightnow. And because of her long-standing friendship with you, she’s eager to help us out. Don’t argue with what works, Miles.” With a nod to the other two men, Coy hiked up the steps leading over the dunes and out of sight.
    Will’s eyes were full of mirth, but he wisely kept the laughter out of his voice. “The kid might be wimpy but he’s got some decent brains in that egghead of his.” He checked his