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As Robin gawked in awe, the man said, "Senator Kensington! So good to see you!" Whipping his head around to hear Kipp's reply in case this was a mistake, Robin choked at the information and froze as if instantly he would be arrested for lewd conduct and dragged to the local jail.

"Stanley, how are you?" Kipp kept his cool, shaking the man's hand. "Stanley, this is my nephew, Robin. Robin, Stanley Olson, an old friend of mine."

Hearing the word ‘nephew' Robin kept his mouth shut, petrified he'd be interrogated and give up the charade.

"How's Louise? I hear your re-election campaign is running full steam ahead."

"Yes. It's going well. But it's still a few months off."

"Well, good luck to you, Kipp. I'll let you and your nephew enjoy your meal."

Robin felt if he moved a muscle he'd give something away. It wasn't until the man left the table that he breathed once more. "Senator?" he gulped in surprise. "Did he call you senator? You're Senator Kipp Kensington?"

Kipp found the waiter and asked for the check, not looking at Robin.

After he signed his credit card slip and they were walking out the door, Robin watched Kipp nod to Stanley as they passed, then they left through the exit to stand outside.

After he set his helmet on the seat of his bike, Robin crossed his arms over his black leather chest and gazed at Kipp, waiting for his explanation.

Casually, knowing he had some talking to do, Kipp leaned against the door of his Mercedes and tilted his head for Robin to do the same.

Walking closer, Robin rested back against the fender and stared at him expectantly.

"I thought it would scare you off."

"You lied."

"No. No, I didn't lie. I just didn't think I should just blurt it out."

Robin's arms were still folded tightly over his chest. His attention moved to the people coming and going from the parking lot. He and Kipp were in back of the restaurant and secluded at the moment.

After a deep inhale of breath, Kipp began, "Look, Robin, I'm gay as well. But unfortunately for a politician it's taboo. So, my publicist found me a wife. She's just what they call in the business a ‘walker'. She poses with me for photos. That's it. I'm sorry I said you were my nephew, but the way politicians are being caught and outed lately, well, it's something every gay man in the closest fears."

"Senator?" Robin repeated, still not believing his ears.

"Yes. Look, I understand if you want to run a mile. Believe me."

Softening, not wanting to move an inch, let alone a mile, Robin finally released his tightly crossed arms and turned his body so he was facing Kipp. "No. It's okay. I'm not going anywhere. But, you asked me to come with you tomorrow. How will I do that?"

"I don't know. It was just an impulsive idea. Never mind."

Robin imagined caressing his cheek softly, comforting him. "Can your nephew go?" When Kipp's eyes lit up, Robin laughed at his expression. "You realize no one will believe you."

Kipp smiled back. "I know. That's why it's a bad idea."

"You want to try anyway?"

Kipp faced Robin, leaning his side against the car. They were certainly close enough to touch, but not quite close enough to kiss. "You...you want to come to Washington with me?"

"If you want me there."

When Robin snuck a touch of his hand, Kipp looked down at the contact. "I do."

Robin shrugged.