In a distinctly unfriendly silence, the two men headed to the elevators and boarded another empty one. Unlike last night when they were linked arm in arm, and eventually hand in hand, they now stood strictly a foot apart, each carrying a paper bag containing their clothes from yesterday.
Back in front of reflective doors, Arden was distracted by how good he thought Kade looked in the outfit he had chosen and bought for him—but not as distracted as he was by the question of what Kade had meant before they left their suite.
Of course it was a given that they didn’t let the President find out about them. For one thing, Arden wasn’t the only one who had a compelling reason to hide things from her. Even if Kade had only been pretending to be a reformed playboy for his benefit, Arden would sti
