Chapter Seventeen
“You’ve got to save me!”
Daniel pretended to hide behind Peter while looking back over the crowd of guests filling the White House State Dining Room. Men in suits, women in elegant gowns. Daniel, as his best man, wore a very smart dark-gray tux which complimented his own black one. Even among the crowd, Peter could easily spot First Lady Kim-Ly Geneviève Matthews, a shining light in the swirl of the people gathered about her.
“What’s the problem?” he asked without taking his eyes off the vision before him.
“Genny’s sister Jacqi won’t leave me alone. Keeps talking about dragging me back to her woman-cave, whatever that is.”
Peter dragged his eyes away from his wife to inspect Daniel and squinted at him for a moment.
“You’d make a cute couple.”
“You’re not helping,”
