CHAPTER ONE
"Merry." Riley was breathing heavily—and not in the good way—through my cell phone. "Help me..."
The line went dead, and my world obediently exploded.
Twelve little girls started squealing instantaneously as if they were all rigged to the same C-4 charge, and some idiot had pushed the big, red button.
"Girls!" I shouted in vain as I stared at my phone. But they ignored me because the First Lady was walking toward them.
Yeah, no way I could corral them now. Dammit. I hit the redial button and walked away from the scene of my troop surrounding the most important woman in the country. Oh well, the Secret Service agents could handle this. Maybe.
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