Chapter Five
Alice was positively weaving by the time they left the Situation Room and passed by the Marine guards.
Daniel offered his arm.
She slipped her hand through the crook of his elbow, as if they were a couple promenading through a formal garden rather than striding along the West Wing basement hallway. Alice took a deep breath, trying not to acknowledge how much she enjoyed the feeling.
“Set her up in one of the spare rooms.” The President nodded to her.
Stay in the White House? She stumbled on the carpeted steps, would have tumbled to the ground if not for Daniel’s support. Yet another proof to her mother that she lacked any of the grace that ten years of childhood ballet should have taught her.
“I’ll get her settled and be right back down, Mr. President.”
Not that she’d s
