Chapter Eleven“What is going on with you?”
Damien did his best to look innocent. It had been a week since their “Residence date” as they were calling it between them—their impromptu dinner with the First Family both present and future. Without Janet’s suggestion, he’d never have thought to take Cornelia to the West Wing to see Christmas or stumbled into that wonderful dinner. He’d learned a powerful lesson from that.
So, tonight, when Cornelia was too busy to take a break, he’d gone out into the dark night and picked up some take-out Chinese. They were presently eating at the big oak conference table in her office, while eager little porcelain reindeer watched them carefully. She flipped through a thick file as she ate. Janet had declined to join them as her husband was arriving soon to
