Rachael Vassel pov:
Rachael Vassel woke up to the soft light filtering through the curtains of the presidential hotel suite. The events of the previous night played back in her mind, and she felt a smile form on her lips. She turned over in bed, expecting to find Derek Houston beside her, but the spot was empty. Pushing herself up on one elbow, she scanned the room and saw him standing by the window, a glass of whiskey in hand.She slipped out of bed, pulling on a Derek's shirt, and walked over to him. As she approached, she noticed the tension in his posture, the furrowed brow, the distant look in his eyes. Leaning in, she kissed his cheek softly and murmured, "Good morning."Derek didn't respond, his gaze fixed on the cityscape outside.
The silence stretched, and Rachael realized he was
