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kept an arm around her as they followed the detail down the stairs to the boardwalk that led to Dewey Beach on the Delaware coast. They’d garnered quite a bit of attention from people on the beach, but for the most part, they’d been left alone to enjoy their vacation. If by “left alone” you could overlook the Secret Service agents and the media that were camped nearby, hoping for a glimpse of the second family—or perhaps an exclusive, which wasn’t going to happen.

      As they walked toward the water’s edge, Sam made a conscious effort to forget the agents trailing close behind them so she could focus exclusively on her husband. “Sorry about that back there,” she said.

      “No need to be sorry. He was just reading the headlines plastered across the front pages of every paper in the country.”

      “Still... We were hoping for a total break from it.”

      “Then we should’ve confiscated every smartphone, unplugged the TV and forbidden newspaper deliveries,” he said with a note of humor in his voice. “Or we should’ve taken our vacation on the moon, where we’d be out of satellite range.”

      “I’ll see if I can arrange that next year.”

      “I don’t care where we are. As long as you and Scotty are there, I’m good.”

      “Even if Washington chaos interferes?”

      “What would our lives be like without a little Washington chaos to keep things interesting?”

      “Um, is that a rhetorical question?”

      “Yeah, babe,” he said with a chuckle. “Maybe when we retire, we could get a place out here so we can walk on the beach every day. I could get used to this.”

      “What’s this word you speak of? Retire? Who’s planning to retire?”

      Laughing, he said, “Only you would see that as a dirty word.”

      “It’s a disgusting word, and I never want to hear it out of your mouth again.”

      “Yes, dear,” he said in the long-suffering tone of husbands everywhere. “But the beach house... That might be possible even if we never do that R word thing, yes?”

      “I might be willing to consider that. It sure is beautiful here.”

      Seagulls squawked overhead as the waves crashed against the shore. A few families had gotten an early start, and as Sam and Nick walked past, they nodded to say hello to the stunned people they encountered. One man was so surprised to see them that he seemed to forget he’d taken his toddler to fill a bucket with water. Only Brant’s quick action stopped the child from being sucked off the beach by a wave.

      Brant handed the sandy toddler to his grateful father. “Sorry about that. I wasn’t expecting to see the vice president and his wife on the beach.”

      “He must be living under a rock,” Sam muttered to Nick. “The whole freaking world knows where we are.”

      “This must be what it feels like for a goldfish stuck in a bowl,” Nick said. “Constantly being watched as he swims in circles.”

      “Speaking of swimming...” Sam dropped her arm from around his waist, kicked off her sandals, pulled the cover-up over her head and ran for the surf, calling over her shoulder, “Catch me if you can.”

      She dived into a wave and resurfaced to look for Nick, but didn’t see him on the beach or in the water. Then a tug from below dragged her underwater. She came up sputtering as her husband laughed at her reaction.

      “I caught ya,” he said, bringing her into his embrace. “I’ll always catch you, Samantha.” Turning his back to the shore, where the Secret Service, photographers with long-range lenses and other gawkers were probably watching them, he kissed her.

      Sam was tempted to look over his shoulder to see if they were attracting even more attention, but she forced herself to stay focused on him and this moment alone in the fishbowl. She curled her legs around his hips and her arms around his neck, raising her face to the warm sunshine.

      His hands slid up her ribs to cup her breasts under the water, running his thumbs over the hard points of her nipples.

      “Mr. Vice President, don’t you have enough chaos and scandal swirling around you without making it worse?”

      “If it means I get to cop a feel of my gorgeous cop, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.”

      “Cop away,” she said with a sigh. After all, when had she ever objected to him putting his hands on her? She gasped when she realized he’d untied the bottom half of her black bikini top. “Nick!”

      “Shhh.”

      “You’re playing with fire.”

      “No, I’m playing with my gorgeous wife.” As he pinched her nipples between his fingers, he captured her mouth in a deep, searching kiss that had her forgetting where they were and who might be watching. She couldn’t spare the brain cells to care when her every thought was focused on him and the way he made her feel every time he touched her.

      “It’s not fair that you’re getting me all hot and bothered when we can’t do anything about it for hours and hours.”

      “I feel a nap coming on.”

      “We can’t today. Freddie and Elin are coming out for the day.”

      Nick moaned—loudly. “Whose big idea was it to have friends?”

      “Not mine. That’s for sure.”

      His chuckle made her smile. “You’ll have to make it up to me at bedtime.”

      “What do you have in mind, Mr. Vice President?”

      “All sorts of dirty things. In the meantime,” he said, nuzzling her neck and setting her on fire despite the cold water, “we need to talk about what we’re going to do if this thing with Nelson goes bad.”

      “We have to talk about that now?”

      “At some point, and now is as good a time as any.”

      “If we’re going to talk about the possibility of you becoming president, you need to put my boobs away.”

      He stuck out his lip in a little-boy pout. “I don’t wanna. They’re my favorite toys.”

      “Boobs or doomsday. You can’t have both.”

      “I hate this day, and it’s only ten o’clock.”

      Sam laughed and patted his head as he tied her back into her bathing suit. “Why do you want to talk about this now when we’re trying to pretend it’s not happening?”

      “I got a call yesterday from Brandon Halliwell,” he said of the Democratic National Committee chairman. “They’re making plans. Just in case.”

      She eyed him warily. “What kind of plans?”

      “Well, he asked me if I’ve thought about who I might want to be my vice president.”

      Sam stared at him, poleaxed by the implications. “Come on. No way. What did you say, and why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?”

      “Because yesterday was a really great day at the beach, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you. I told him I haven’t given it a thought, and I don’t intend to unless I absolutely have to. He said I absolutely have to.”

      “What does that mean?”

      “It means the party believes Nelson won’t be able to hold on to his presidency.”

      “Please drown me right now. Hold my head under and keep it there. That’ll be a less painful way to go.”

      He laughed, and then kissed her. “Maybe we could hold each other under and go together.”

      “We can’t do that to Scotty,

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