"They were what?" Doug asked, and his eyes were wide, but with annoyance. "How many times have I told you not to fuck anyone related to the campaign, or the House, or the Senate or the White House. Really, TJ, when are you going to get it."
"Doug, relax," Travis said. "I don't think that's an issue anymore."
"You don't know how much trouble that's cause us," Doug said.
"I still don't think it's an issues," Travis answered, chuckling, before looking at TJ. "The president's honeymoon with congress, not ours."
Travis stretched closer and kissed him. "It's not that crazy early and I'm not complaining or protesting, but you might not have to. I've been looking at other things after Doug got his job. I don't need to go through background check if I have a concealed carry license to work in security. Armored car security. It doesn't pay much more, actually less if you consider the added hours, but it's from 7:30 to 4:30, and Monday through Friday. That would mean I get home just about when Doug does. We can train, dinner, and we can even go out to places other than the club. And even if you add more hours, it still won't be a problem."
"You're forgetting the important part," Doug said. "No way there's a manager at that shop before 9 am. We have free coffee now. Actually no, a double shot latte with a shot of hazelnut flavor."
Travis laughed. "Right, I'll just have black coffee, because that sounds disgusting."