In the morning, Kimberli rolled over and blindly outstretched her hand in search of John. Yet, all she felt was the cool space where he should have been. Opening her eyes, she saw John dressing by the dresser. As he buttoned his shirt, he caught her staring at him.
"Good morning, Angel," John said. "Did you sleep well?"
Kimberli sat up in bed and stretched. Yawing, she replied, "Yes I did. Johnny, where are you going?"
"One word, Rossi. That bastard planned an entire day of me schmoozing some big wigs to secure pledges for my father's campaign. I swear... if my father tricked me into coming here. I am going to strangle him when we get back home."
John approached and sat on the edge of the bed. He then reached over and tucked a wayward strand of her hair behind her ear. A glint of adm
