Chapter 7WHEN ASHLEY had said he would bring his sneakers, Jane hit him.
“I'm serious,” he said. “What better way to end the year than one-on-one?”
James greeted them when they entered the Oval Office. Pointing to a suit draped over a chair, he told Tony that his roommate had dropped it off and ushered him to a place where he could change. When the president and First Lady welcomed them, a gym bag hung from Ashley's arm.
“I couldn't talk him out of it,” Jane said.
The First Lady laughed. “Are you going to do this before or after?”
“After,” they said together.
“Let's celebrate,” the president said, leading them into the heart of the White House. “Let's hope next year will be better.” The president's gaze swept the hall, a distant look on his face. “This time next year, we'll be gettin
