Chapter NineteenAlice stumbled a half step forward as Daniel strode away from her across his office.
This couldn’t be happening.
For a week his voice had filled her ears, her thoughts, and was now invading her dreams. His stories of his life had wrapped around her until she could taste them more clearly than his first kiss.
It had taken all of her bravery to come to him, to find her way back to the office of the White House Chief of Staff. To expose herself to whatever Daniel’s reaction might be.
She watched him close a door to his secretary’s office.
Yet Daniel had never explained his reactions during the conversation at the piano in any of those late night phone calls. He’d never said why he had turned from her and practically run from the room at that dinner with President. The man
