42
“Hey, Em.”
“Hello, Mr. President.” The video occupying the center of the Sit Room screen showed Major Emily Beale. He’d seen her a few months ago at her wedding, but he’d forgotten how beautiful she was. She may have been his childhood friend, but the woman still took his breath away every time.
“So formal with your Commander in Chief?” They had grown up next door to each other, after all.
“My crew is here with me, Sneaker Boy. You want to go a couple rounds in front of them?”
“Hello, Mr. President.” Major Mark Henderson leaned in over his wife’s shoulder.
“Hi, Mark. How’s married life?”
“How are we doing on Colonel James Evans? Something nasty if we’re getting a call from you, sir.”
“You never were any fun, Mark.” For one thing, he’d captured the woman of Peter’s dreams. And he
