I’m not sure I’m the right guy for the job anyway.” “Why do you say that?” I asked, as he pulled down the long driveway toward the farmhouse. “Because I have no desire to play the game. Maybe I’m not meant to lead if I can’t get on board with the politics side of things.” “Don’t you dare say that about my future husband,” I said, as I waggled my brows. “We’re going to get you that promotion, Woody.”
