First Family (Sean King & Michelle Maxwell 4)

“Was she a hooker?”

“Don’t think so. She was young but not dressed the way you’d think a hooker would be. I remember she almost fell out of the car trying to pull her panties on. I asked her for some ID.”

“Why?”

“Just in case this came back to bite me in the ass later, I wanted to be able to find the lady.”

“So she just gave you her driver’s license?”

“She obviously didn’t want to, but I told her she had no choice. I bluffed her and told her if she didn’t I was going to have to call in the police. She let me see her license and I wrote her name and address down. She lived in the city.”

“What happened after that?”

“I was going to call her a cab but she just took off. I started to go after her, but then Cox began making noises. I hustled back to the car, zipped up his pants, pushed him into the passenger seat, got out his license to get his address, and drove him home.”

“And that’s where you met Jane Cox?”

“That’s right.”

“Boy, some introduction. Did you tell her everything?”

Sean started to say something, but then paused.

“Discretion the better part of valor?”

“Something like that,” he said. “I just told her I’d found him in the car ‘under the weather.’ Although you could smell the perfume on him and there was lipstick on his shirt. I carried him into the house and upstairs to the bedroom. It was pretty awkward all around. Luckily their kids were asleep. I’d shown her my ID when I first got there. She was incredibly thankful, said she’d never forget what I’d done for her. And him. Then… then she sort of broke down crying. I guess this wasn’t the first time this had happened. I… I sort of held her, tried to calm her down.”

“You sort of held her?”

“Okay, I had my arms around her. What the hell was I supposed to do? I was trying to comfort the woman.”

“Was that when you were lusting in your heart?”

“Michelle!” he said sharply.

“Sorry. Okay, you were sort of holding her. Then what?”

“When she stopped crying and composed herself, she thanked me again. She offered to drive me back to town but I didn’t think that was such a good idea. So I walked for a bit and then grabbed a cab.”

“That was it?”

“No, that wasn’t it. She called me. I don’t know exactly how to phrase it; we became acquaintances and then friends. I believe she was really grateful for what I’d done. If someone other than me had found him like that he probably wouldn’t be president right now.”

“Don’t be too sure. Politicians aren’t exactly known for their morality.”

“Anyway, I knew the ins and outs of the town pretty well and she picked my brain about it. I think she came to know the workings of D.C. better than her husband did.”

“And that’s how you got to know Tuck and his family?”

“Jane invited me to a few functions. I don’t think Dan Cox even remembered me. Or remembered that night. I’m not sure how she explained my presence to him, but he never questioned it. After he was elected president I didn’t really see that much of them anymore, for obvious reasons. Folks like me don’t travel in those circles. And I was out of the Secret Service and out of D.C. by then. But she always sent me a Christmas card. And I kept in touch with Tuck and his family. When we moved here, they were some of the first ones to welcome me back.”

Michelle looked surprised. “How come you never introduced me to them then?”

A grin eased across Sean’s face. “Hell, I didn’t want to scare them off.”

“So here you come to the lady’s rescue one more time.”

“Like they say, déjà vu all over again.”