"Dad, come on or you'll miss your flight," Sara told her father the next morning as she dragged him out of the Lyman's brownstone towards her car.

"Good," Josh said. "I've got things to do here in town instead."

"No, you don't," Sara ordered as she threw his luggage in the back seat. "You're getting on that plane if I have to get Matt, Noah, and Mike over here to carry you to it." Josh opened his mouth to protest only to be cut off by his youngest as she opened the passenger door and shoved her father in. "Leave Mary Marsh to me."

Josh recognized the look on Sara's face. It was one he'd seen often on her mother's face. Though if asked, Donna would say she'd learned that particular expression from her father which would also be true since Donna had learned it from him. "Can't I stay and watch?" Josh whined as Sara quickly checked the traffic and pulled out heading towards Dulles.

"It'll be on CNN tonight," Sara promised as she maneuvered her compact car in and out of traffic. Josh put his hand on the dash board to steady himself only now remembering why very few people drove with Sara voluntarily. Along with everything else he'd taught her, Ron Butterfield had taught Sara defensive driving, Secret Service style. It was a good thing Sara was as beautiful as her mother because she'd flirted or cried her way out of more than her fair share of traffic tickets.

"What will be on CNN tonight?" Josh asked as he closed his eyes unable to watch as the little sports car careened around yet another corner. "Sara! This isn't Qualifications at Indianapolis!"

'Huh?" Sara asked. "Oh!" she said as she pulled her foot off the accelerator. "Relax, Dad."

"Relax," Josh whimpered. "Not likely. And just what do you have planned?" Josh asked his daughter.

"You'll just have to wait and see like everybody else," Sara told him.

Josh argued with Sara the entire drive to the airport more to keep his mind off her driving than any real hope of winning the argument. Sara had inherited all of the Lyman stubbornness which was a definite asset in her chosen profession. In this instance it was unfortunate for Josh that she'd also inherited a full portion of Moss stubbornness. Josh knew he was outclassed, and Sara knew he knew. They were having too much fun arguing to care though.

They argued all the way up the concourse to the security gate where Sara handed her father's bags to him. "Mary Marsh has a press conference scheduled today," Sara told her father. "I'll be there." She didn't explain further. She didn't have to.

As Josh and Sara traded a look identical dimples appeared on both their faces. Josh had planned to confront Mary at her office, but Sara planned to do him one better. "Make sure you get a tape," he told her as he walked through the metal detector laughing.

"Have fun, Dad!" she shouted after him.

"I'm apparently not going to have as much fun as you are," he yelled back.

When his flight landed in Austin a few hours later Josh instantly recognized Ranger Keegan from his past visit. "Ranger," he greeted the lawman who was already reaching for the bag Josh had carried onto the flight with him.

"Nice to see you again, Mr. Secretary" Keegan said.

Josh reminded the other man, "I thought I told you, it's Josh."

"Yes, sir" Keegan agreed with a smile as he led the way out of the airport terminal to the waiting vehicle. "I picked this up for you on the way in," Tom told Josh as he handed the older man an unopened bottle of water.

Josh let the bottle rest in his lap as he pulled the pills from his pocket. "Thanks," he told the ranger as he gently shook a couple painkillers into the palm of his hand and downed them with a sip of water from the bottle.

Once again it was Texas' First Lady herself that greeted him at the door to the governor's mansion. "You get more beautiful every day, Bri" Josh told her. "I've come to steal you from your husband. We'll run away to Rio and lie on the beach drinking piƱa coladas."

"Not on your life, Joshua," Bri answered with a laugh. She linked arms with him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. "She'll be home soon, Josh."

Josh gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek for her sympathy as they walked towards Ethan's office. Who would have thought thirty-five years ago that it would be Josh not Donna who was widowed by politics.

"Joshua, are you flirting with my wife?" Ethan asked as he came around from behind his desk to give Josh a hug of his own.

"Me, governor?" Josh asked feigning innocence. He returned Ethan's hug and gave the younger man a slap on the back. "Although how you ever convinced her to marry you, I'll never know."

"You're a fine one to talk, Josh" Ethan teased. "How you ended up with Donna is one of the great mysteries of the universe." Josh merely smiled in answer. "Let's talk," Ethan commanded pointing Josh to a seat on the couch. Ethan made a subtle gesture with his hand and the others in the room silently withdrew leaving the first couple of Texas to talk with their friend.

"So, have you decided?" Josh asked as soon as the door had closed.

Ethan looked at Bri giving her one last chance to change her mind. When she nodded Ethan took her hand in his and turned back to Josh. "We're in," he said.

Josh smiled as he held his hand out to Ethan. The two men shook hands, and Josh once again kissed Bri on the cheek.

"We've got a lot to talk about," Ethan warned.

Josh nodded. "Before we get into that though there's something I need to see on the news," he said gesturing towards the television.

Bri reached over and grabbed the remote control off the side table. She flipped on the screen and began moving through the channels. "What am I looking for?" she asked.

"There," Josh said pointing to the screen. "Mary Marsh's press conference."

"Her?" Ethan asked though the tone in which he said it made it sound more like a curse.

"What's she doing now?" Bri grumbled.

"She's about to get her comeuppance for something she's apparently been doing for more than thirty years," Josh answered.

"It's starting," Bri said turning up the volume.

They listened for several minutes as Mary Marsh blasted the current administration for once again vetoing a bill that would allow prayer in school. It wasn't until the reporters began asking questions that things got interesting.

"Mrs. Marsh," the CNN correspondent called. Once he'd been acknowledged he continued, "Tomorrow morning the Washington Post will be carrying a story reporting a list of corporations that have funded the West Virginia White Pride. Do you have any comment?"

"Why would I?" she asked.

Josh leaned forward in his seat. He'd been sparring with this woman for more than three decades. He could easily recognize the hint of panic in her expression.

"One of these corporations is the Turner Glen Corporation. Are you familiar with it?" the reporter asked.

"I don't believe so," Mary answered. The other reporters in the crowd had become quiet waiting to here just what the CNN correspondent was after. Many of them knew Sara and recognized her standing near the edge of the crowd. They wondered why she was allowing the CNN correspondent to steal what they assumed was her story because of the connection with her father.

"Really?" Sara asked stepping forward to stand next to her co-conspirator. "The articles of incorporation currently in my possession clearly show the corporation was formed by your parents Robert Turner and Jessica Glenn Turner for the express purpose of conveying their estate to you without penalty from the estate tax. Care to comment, Mrs. Marsh?" From the expression on her face there was no doubt, Sara didn't really expect to get one.

Ethan leaned forward and slapped Josh's arm in congratulations as he grinned at the other man. Josh returned Ethan's smile with a dimpled grin of his own. "That's my girl!" he cheered.

The reporters that had been listening quietly broke their silence then as a cacophony of questions rose from the gathered crowd. A member of Marsh's staff hastily stepped forward to end the conference and remove her from the podium, but before he could Kate and Noah had mounted the steps.

"Mrs. Marsh, you are hereby served in the case of Adam, Trina, and Danielle Genaro versus West Virginia White Pride et. al.," Noah said placing the papers in her hand.

"This is a subpoena ordering you to produce any and all documents pertaining to the Turner Glen Corporation," Kate said handing a second set of papers to Mary Marsh.

"See you in court, ma'am" Noah said with a smirk as he put an arm around Kate and descended the steps into the crowd of reporters who immediately began firing questions at the two attorneys.

"This calls for champagne," Ethan decreed.

"Damn straight!" Josh crowed.