President.
Before he knew it, they were landing. They’d each only brought an overnight bag so they didn’t have to go to the baggage claim area. Kitty had called Langford to arrange a ride. They were going right to the White House so they’d be ready when the President was.
To his surprise, Langford himself waited beside a car.
“I thought I’d go with you.” Langford opened the door for Vivian. She slid in, Russ behind her.
“Have you heard from Kurt?” Kitty rubbed her arms.
Everett noticed she’d stopped calling him uncle.
“No, I haven’t. I figured he’d be back trying to take over, by force if necessary. I have guards out. Are you ready?” Langford gestured for them to get in the vehicle.
“Yes. I never thought I’d be back here.”
“You don’t have to come back after this is all over,” Everett assured her.
They got in and sped along the streets.
* * * *
Langford parked the car. Everett hated the city with all the traffic and smog. The noises were too much. He preferred the quiet of the pack house. The drive to the White House seemed to take forever. No one really wanted to talk on the drive and that was fine with him.
He kept glancing at Kitty to make sure she was okay. He knew she didn’t want to be here. She’d left this life behind and now they were dragging her back into it. Once this was settled he’d get her back to where she’d finally become comfortable.
Kitty gave him a small smile and took his hand.
“You’ll want to leave everything in the car except for ID. It’ll go easier that way. As it is, we’ll have to wait a bit to clear security.” Langford got out of the car.
“Why? They know we’re coming.” Everett was confused.
“Yes, they know, but there are still protocols in place. You can’t just waltz into the place. They’ll want our identification. Then they will compare them to the paperwork I submitted earlier today. As it is, we are being a bit rushed through. It’s unheard of to get in to see the President on the same day you fill out your security information. That is thanks to the First Lady. If not for Kitty and her family we wouldn’t even be able to get up to the doors.” Langford helped Kitty from the car.
“Seems a bit much.” Everett shrugged.
“It’s also the President of the United States. He needs to be protected. You’ll also be frisked so don’t go all wolf on the Secret Service agents.” Langford gave a pointed glare towards Everett.
Like I’d be the one—okay, I probably would. I’ll have to be extra careful.
They reached the doors and were stopped by security, and sure enough, they had to stand there as each of their IDs were copied. The head, or he assumed it was the head, of security talked into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. There was some back and forth until—a half hour later they were let in. They were stopped multiple times along the way, but weren’t frisked again. Thank goodness. After the first time he needed a bath. Kitty rubbed his back, as if she knew he was tense. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I could be a liability.
He didn’t belong in this world. But, man, Kitty did. She was in her element. She looked a little—royal. And she was all his.
“This shouldn’t take long. I hope.” Kitty squeezed his bicep.
The guard led them to a sitting area. “The President’s secretary will let you know when you can go in.”
They were left in the room. Everett wondered how much more waiting they would have to do. He looked down at what he was wearing—jeans and a T-shirt. He was so underdressed. He should have changed, but they were in a hurry. God, who met the President in jeans? Not Russ or Langford. They looked nice in their casual wear. Even the ladies were nicely attired. Fuck.
“You okay?” Russ put a hand on his arm to stop Everett from pacing.
He was getting agitated and he needed to stop. He couldn’t screw things up. This was big.
A tall striking woman stood in the doorway.
Before he knew it, they were landing. They’d each only brought an overnight bag so they didn’t have to go to the baggage claim area. Kitty had called Langford to arrange a ride. They were going right to the White House so they’d be ready when the President was.
To his surprise, Langford himself waited beside a car.
“I thought I’d go with you.” Langford opened the door for Vivian. She slid in, Russ behind her.
“Have you heard from Kurt?” Kitty rubbed her arms.
Everett noticed she’d stopped calling him uncle.
“No, I haven’t. I figured he’d be back trying to take over, by force if necessary. I have guards out. Are you ready?” Langford gestured for them to get in the vehicle.
“Yes. I never thought I’d be back here.”
“You don’t have to come back after this is all over,” Everett assured her.
They got in and sped along the streets.
* * * *
Langford parked the car. Everett hated the city with all the traffic and smog. The noises were too much. He preferred the quiet of the pack house. The drive to the White House seemed to take forever. No one really wanted to talk on the drive and that was fine with him.
He kept glancing at Kitty to make sure she was okay. He knew she didn’t want to be here. She’d left this life behind and now they were dragging her back into it. Once this was settled he’d get her back to where she’d finally become comfortable.
Kitty gave him a small smile and took his hand.
“You’ll want to leave everything in the car except for ID. It’ll go easier that way. As it is, we’ll have to wait a bit to clear security.” Langford got out of the car.
“Why? They know we’re coming.” Everett was confused.
“Yes, they know, but there are still protocols in place. You can’t just waltz into the place. They’ll want our identification. Then they will compare them to the paperwork I submitted earlier today. As it is, we are being a bit rushed through. It’s unheard of to get in to see the President on the same day you fill out your security information. That is thanks to the First Lady. If not for Kitty and her family we wouldn’t even be able to get up to the doors.” Langford helped Kitty from the car.
“Seems a bit much.” Everett shrugged.
“It’s also the President of the United States. He needs to be protected. You’ll also be frisked so don’t go all wolf on the Secret Service agents.” Langford gave a pointed glare towards Everett.
Like I’d be the one—okay, I probably would. I’ll have to be extra careful.
They reached the doors and were stopped by security, and sure enough, they had to stand there as each of their IDs were copied. The head, or he assumed it was the head, of security talked into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. There was some back and forth until—a half hour later they were let in. They were stopped multiple times along the way, but weren’t frisked again. Thank goodness. After the first time he needed a bath. Kitty rubbed his back, as if she knew he was tense. Maybe I shouldn’t have come. I could be a liability.
He didn’t belong in this world. But, man, Kitty did. She was in her element. She looked a little—royal. And she was all his.
“This shouldn’t take long. I hope.” Kitty squeezed his bicep.
The guard led them to a sitting area. “The President’s secretary will let you know when you can go in.”
They were left in the room. Everett wondered how much more waiting they would have to do. He looked down at what he was wearing—jeans and a T-shirt. He was so underdressed. He should have changed, but they were in a hurry. God, who met the President in jeans? Not Russ or Langford. They looked nice in their casual wear. Even the ladies were nicely attired. Fuck.
“You okay?” Russ put a hand on his arm to stop Everett from pacing.
He was getting agitated and he needed to stop. He couldn’t screw things up. This was big.
A tall striking woman stood in the doorway.
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