—Mabel—

Memories of that night in his penthouse played in my head.

Heat crept up my cheeks.

I swallowed hard and glanced across the tinted windows as the convoy glided across the streets of Washington.

The children chanted happily nursery rhymes; Baba Black Sheep, Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, The Wheels on the Bus, Old MacDonald Had a Farm...

At some point, Alec and I joined them as warmth passed between us.

Finally, the car slowed before the familiar gates of Alexis Green Oak Mansion. The ...