Page 86 of Secrets We Fight

I expected Declan to keep grilling us about everything, but when I looked over at him again, his mouth was hanging open.

“Everyone knows, so we aren’t hiding it anymore,” I stated.

“Wow. Good for you two,” my friend said. “I suspected something was up but wasn’t ever sure.”

“Apparently, we didn’t hide it well,” Rhett advised. “All my guys knew.”

“That’s crazy. How does it work with your job?”

Rhett lifted a shoulder. “Either I’ll have one or I won’t.”

“You will.” I turned to him.

“We don’t know that.”

“I’m not going to let you get fired or forced to resign because of me.”

“What are you saying?”

“Either you’ll still be on my detail, or I’ll refuse to have one.”

“Fallon …” Rhett cocked his head. “Don’t do that.”

“We can talk about it later.” I wasn’t going to let Rhett give up his career because of me. Being a Secret Service agent was what he was meant to do. He was good at his job, and us falling in love shouldn’t change anything. I’d heard stories about other presidents’ children having relationships with their details, so if they could do it, so could I.

Declan cleared his throat and waved his hand around. “How long are you in this place?”

I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t know.”

“What about school?” he asked.

Oh yeah. School. That was the least of my worries, considering I had almost died, but I couldn’t miss school. “Shit, it’s Monday. We had class today.”

“Yeah, but everyone knows you’re in the hospital.”

Of course, they did. I sighed. “Great.”

“But I was thinking I could video call you during the classes we share. That way, you won’t miss anything.”

“No matter what, I need to come up with a plan to stay caught up in all my classes.” The last thing I wanted to do was attend classes from a hospital bed, but if I fell behind, I might not move on to my final year of law school. And I didn’t want to delay becoming an attorney.

“Or.” Rhett stood. “Give me a second.”

He walked toward the door and spoke with Agent Day. There were a lot of head nods and glances at me and then a handshake.

Rhett walked back toward his chair. “Day is going to speak with Tanner about getting cameras put up in each classroom so you can attend remotely. An agent will bring you any materials you need, and we’ll get your books and stuff brought over.”

“You’re the best.” I beamed and had the urge to kiss him but refrained since Declan was so close.

“Don’t forget to submit your internship applications,” Declan reminded me.

The Boston area had only a handful of civil rights law firms, and I planned to apply to all of them and see which one I could get in with. Except, since I’d been shot and could possibly be a liability to anyone I was around, would I get hired? My phone was blowing up with my friends and the media talking about what had happened at Tyler and Hayden’s wedding. Hiding that kind of story was impossible since I was the president’s son, and I had to assume everyone in the world knew.

“Yeah.” I blew out a breath. “I was worried before they wouldn’t want me around because I had Secret Service with me, and now, it’s obvious why I need my detail. No one is going to want to hire me.”

“Hey.” Rhett grabbed my hand. “You don’t know that. It’s the same situation as we talked about before.”

“And what if a ‘client’”—I used air quotes—“comes in and does the same thing as that guy at the wedding?”