Chapter Twenty-One“You dog.”
Daniel just laughed which only increased the President’s smile. They sat across from each other in the West Wing presidential dining room. The European Union’s latest Greece-bailout plan covered the parts of the table that weren’t already covered with sausage, pepper, and onion sandwiches, macaroni salad, and potato chips. Tall glasses of iced tea perched on cork coasters.
“You finally saw her.”
Daniel nodded. Did way more than see her. He did his best to hide his smile in a large bite of crunchy hoagie roll. Knew he’d been too slow by Peter Matthews’ smile.
“Good?”
There were a dozen layers to the question.
“Really good. The sandwich that is,” he spoke around a partially chewed bite, but wasn’t fooling Peter in the slightest.
“Good.” This time the state
