Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 15187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 76(@200wpm)___ 61(@250wpm)___ 51(@300wpm)
“Tell me something I don’t know about you,” he says, swinging our hands up and down. My mind goes completely blank because I can’t think there is anything I haven’t told him. Since I was eleven years old, he has been my confidante. Then, something hits me. I stop to look at him, and given how freaking tall he is, I have to look up. Smiling he lifts me onto a rock, so I am eye to eye with him. God, the way he picked me up makes me feel tiny and I love more than I should. “So, tell me something I don’t know.” Biting my lip, feeling really vulnerable. It takes me a minute, and instead of saying anything, he lifts my face and smiles. “Do you want me to go first?”
“Yes,” I tell him honestly, relaxing my shoulder.
“That’s easy. I knew from the moment you walked into the foster home that you were going to be my wife.” I begin to laugh, thinking he is joking, but when I look at him, he is dead serious.
“Logan, you can’t be serious.” He moves closer to me and holds me to his chest.
“I knew, May. I was young and could barely find my ass from a hole in the wall but that I knew bone deep, which is why I never let you go to a new foster home without me.”
“I-I always hoped you would be my forever,” I admit, blushing down to my toes.
“Baby look at me.” I raise my head and look into the eyes of the man I love.
“We are going to be each other’s forever.” He seals it with a kiss.
“May is the conference…” I hear the voice of the President’s secretary fade off when she walks into the room.
“I don’t know why I was about to ask that question. Of course, everything is ready.” She smiles, shaking her head. I can’t help feeling proud of my reputation as someone dependable.
“How’s it going Hayley?” She is really sweet. Whenever we see one another we always end up in a conversation.
“Busy as usual. Oh I should warn you; he is in a mood right now.” Oh boy.
“Oh no, what happened?”
“He lost to Carlos in the boxing ring downstairs.” That makes me giggle. Who would think the President would be boxing in the White House?
I hear everyone walking in, so I back out of the way and sit by the wall where I am when it is time for me to take notes.
It is always exciting to sit in on these staff meetings. Most of the time, I am staring at him, wondering if he could be the donor we have been looking for. I can certainly see the similarities.
“May? Is May in here?” He says my name, and it takes me a second to realize it. He doesn’t often speak to me himself, but when he does, I am always like a deer in headlights. Most of my assignments come from him but through Hailie or someone else.
“Yes. I’m here.” I say, standing up.
“Excellent. Come have a seat next to me. I need some fresh young eyes on this proposal for the Department of Agriculture.” Oh my God. I want to jump up and down. This is what I am going to school for. I didn’t think anyone knew it.
Swiftly, I try to do as asked without making a fool of myself, one hundred percent aware that everyone is looking at me. Once I am seated, Hailie begins the projection, and then Gabby, the social media consultant, squeals. All heads shift and look at her.
“Gabby, is there something you find funny?” Edgar, the chief of staff, asks her.
“Oh, my gosh yeah. I mean, I can’t believe you all don’t see it.” We are all looking at one another now, trying to figure out what the hell this girl has been swallowing in her spare time. “Has no one noticed how much May and POTUS look alike?” My eyes get wide because this is too bizarre.
“Holy cow, you’re right,” Rich, the other intern, says. “They have the same butt chin, and their eyes are crazy similar.” Holy shit. What is happening right now? I chance a peek at the man in question, and for a split second, I see something pass across his face, and then it is gone. Well, shit. That escalated quickly.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
LOGAN
FOUR DAYS LATER
DATE THREE
I let us into the hotel room I rented for our staycation. The Capital Hotel is nicer than any place we’ve ever stayed at before. The room came with champagne, but we don’t drink so it remains untouched. I love the look on her face right now. I want to be able to give her the world.
“What are we doing here, Logan?” she asks, looking around the room in awe.
“A change of scenery.”