The sauna in Camp David’s gym was just big enough to do what Clark wanted. It had become part of their routine when they were here, as the Vice President’s house didn’t have a sauna.
Clark was there first, of course.
He said it didn’t matter, but she always took a quick shower to knock off the workout sweat. “Always smell clean for your man.” The rule from whatever ridiculous preteen mag she’d read forever ago had served her well.
His workouts were never hard enough anymore to make him really sweat, so she didn’t mind that he didn’t shower. His few extra minutes in the heat sweated his body clean enough.
She entered the sauna and shook out her hair. Clark’s guards wouldn’t follow him in here. In fact, it was one of the few times she found them useful, making sure that they wouldn’t be
