Chapter Eleven
Daniel met her at the garlanded North Portico, the very entrance Alice had discovered the day before. Now she knew what lay on both sides of the Doors of Alice. Daniel opened the car door himself and handed her out.
“I thought you said, ‘casual’.” She admired the charcoal gray suit that revealed a breadth of shoulder unusual for an office worker. Of course she knew why. Yesterday, wow, was it just yesterday, she’d woken earlier than Daniel thought and had gone out in hunt of food on the top floor of the White House Residence.
Instead of the kitchen, Alice had stumbled on the small gym where Daniel, clad in only shorts and sneakers, had laid on a bench pumping iron while watching CNN. And she’d thought he was gorgeous clothed.
She’d headed back to her room and waited for
