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“Mama. Dinner.”
“Yes, my love. We’re going to have dinner with Alden and Aubrey.”
They were his favorites. Hell, they were everyone’s favorites.
A few minutes later, with the people he loved best gathered around the dining room table for a dinner of chicken, potatoes, stuffing, green beans and corn, Nick felt like he could breathe again for the first time since the news had broken about his mother that morning.
Being with Sam, their kids and their loving extended family more than made up for the deficiencies of his childhood. These people and many others would do anything for him, and that meant so much to him. But underneath it all, lurking as she had from the beginning of his life, was the woman who’d given birth to him and then treated him with reckless disregard ever since.
Nick had learned that he could find the love of his life, build a family with her that filled him with joy and ascend to the highest office in the land, but his mother would continue to haunt him.
Nicoletta satin a crowded jail cell, waiting for something to happen. She wasn’t sure what, but no one seemed to care that she was the mother of the U.S. president, which was concerning. How could that not count for anything? They’d asked if she had a lawyer, but she didn’t know anyone.
They’d said someone would be appointed.
That was probably the hang-up, waiting for the lawyer.
A man in a suit appeared outside her cell. He was handsome, with gorgeous caramel-colored hair, golden eyes and cheekbones she would kill for. “Who are you?”
“FBI Special Agent-in-Charge Avery Hill.”
He had a cultured Southern accent that was to die for. She’d always had a soft spot for a Southern gentleman.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Have they called an attorney for you?”
“They said they did.”
“I’ll speak to you when your attorney arrives.”
“About what?”
The agent tipped his head. “The charges you’re facing.”
“Did my daughter-in-law send you?”
“Who’s your daughter-in-law?”
“As if you don’t know.”
“Enlighten me.”
“The first lady!”
“Of the United States?”
“Is there another first lady?”
“Well, each of the states has one, unless the governor is a woman. Then they have a first gentleman.”
“What does that have to do with me?”
“You asked if there was another first lady.”
She hoped her scowl told him what she thought of his sassy comment. “Do you know my son?”
“The president? Yes, I know him.”
