Mr. President - A Hot Romance (Mr Series - Book #8)
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“So, you didn’t see Adam last night?” Lora asked, my roommate from college.
I blushed, not wanting to admit to Rowena that she hadn’t guarded me as well as she thought. “He snuck over,” I giggled.
Rowena’s eyes widened. “What do you mean he snuck over?” she asked.
The girls all giggled, and I smiled a sly—but shy—smile at my older sister. “I snuck him in the window last night,” I admitted.
She shook her head. “Figures. He can’t stand being away from you,” she sighed lovingly.
The music started playing in the church, an old organ that my mother had played for the Christmas play while the original organist played the role of Mary. It was beautifully out of tune, too loud, and exactly what I wanted to hear on this special day.
The girls all lined up, stepping out of the small room one by one to meet their groomsmen to walk down the aisle.
“Are you okay?” Rowena asked quietly.
I squeezed her hand tightly. “Yes. This is a dream come true,” I said.
“I’m sorry Mom isn’t here,” she said.
“She is,” I told her, feeling in my heart that she was around… somewhere.
Adam wore a black tux and stood at the altar like my Prince Charming, of course—but with the added effect of the Secret Service standing at each door of the church.
Rowena walked me down the aisle, gave me away, and I took my first steps toward my soon-to-be husband.
I couldn’t tell you the words, not the exact ones that the preacher used, but I can relive the feeling of love I felt in that moment every time I see Adam smile.
“Do you have any regrets?” I asked softly as the preacher announced us husband and wife.
“Only that I didn’t marry you sooner,” Adam replied, and then he pulled me in for a long, passionate kiss.
“Who cares who’s watching,” he’d told me during our rehearsal. “I’m gonna kiss you like I always do.”
We were whisked away to a secret honeymoon spot, not one I can mention. I plan to use it again, and again, having all of our yearly anniversaries there, so that secret-that one, we’re keeping.
I was officially the first lady, and with that came great responsibility, so Michael took over my position in the White House, or at least some of it. I was still the person who had the last say on anything involving Adam’s personal appearances, his wardrobe, and his social scheduling.
The people proved to like a working first lady. When election time came around, Adam won by a landslide, of course.
Going to the White House, working in politics, no, it wasn’t my dream. Or, at least I didn’t think it was, or ever could be.
Adam, yes, he was always my dream, and so by accepting my place on his campaign, it was obvious I was hoping—okay, dreaming—for romance.
I found it, and I found that dreams aren’t always what you think they are. They are what you make them.
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