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He pulled the hot dog away from my mouth. “Hey, smaller bites. You need to drag it out and make it last.”
“But you’re teasing me.”
His eyes fell to my chest in a stare. “I’d say you’re the tease today.”
I smiled at the compliment and tugged down on the hem of my shirt, exposing even more cleavage. “This little thing?”
His eyes bulged, then slammed shut for a second. “Here, have my hot dog.” He shoved the remainder of his dog at me. “I’ve got an appetite to eat something else.” His eyes fell to my shorts, and his smirk grew.
I squeezed my thighs together. “Oh, no you’re not.” My one and only time, Danny Delaney had puked his drunken guts out ten seconds after burying his face in my crotch. He’d said I smelled. That experience had ruined it for me, and I’d refused to try again.
“Oh, yes I am.” He pointed. “Washington DC.” He took us back to the guessing game. The group he’d pointed out were two Park Police officers on horseback.
“Could be Maryland or Virginia.”
He nodded.
A half hour later, we finished our food and resumed walking.
He pulled out his phone and mumbled softly to whoever was on the other end. “When is stagecoach due at the castle?” was all I could make out.
“Where to next?” I asked.
He checked his watch. “You’ll see. We need to get moving if we want to make it on time.”
When we made the turn north on 17th, the destination became obvious. We hadn’t walked by the White House yet.
He turned us at the corner, and we walked down the blocked section of Pennsylvania in front of the White House. They made everyone stay on the north side of the road, behind barricades and tape. Uniformed officers were spaced about every ten feet—overkill for this motley throng of sightseers. By the time we made it partway down, the rumble of motorcycles came in the distance.
Adam pushed me toward the front of the crowd. “The motorcade’s almost here.”
“You mean the president?”
Adam pulled me to his side. “Yup.”
Moments later, a dozen motorcycle cops turned the corner, followed by a half dozen black SUVs and three of those presidential limos you see on TV. The Suburbans and limos passed through a gate onto the White House grounds. The motorcycles stayed on the street in front of us, rumbling loudly.
All we could see from this distance was a man and a woman getting out of the limo that pulled up to the front door of the White House. It had to be the president and first lady, and the man waved in our direction.
The uniformed cop in front of me pulled his weapon and leveled it at me. “Gun!” he yelled.
I froze.
Three other Secret Service officers rushed over, guns drawn.
* * *
Adam
The officer pointedhis Glock at us with a jittery hand.
“Hands up,” Mr. Jitters yelled.
Several other officers had drawn their weapons and converged on us as the sea of onlookers pulled away.
I raised my hands and moved away from Kelly.
Abject fear wrote itself on her face as she raised her hands.
