Finally. Nathan Edward Landon, governor of Michigan and much acclaimed politician of his state, leaned back against his leather chair, letting his body slide against the cushion, uncaring when he felt the soft material nearly giving way under the pressure of his weight.
The elections for the United States Senate were four months away and the mounting stress was overpowering. Pressing his fingers against his eye sockets, he massaged them lightly in circular motions as if he could remove the bright stars hovering in his vision. It was so long since he could remember he had allowed his mind to draw a blank. Or that he’d slept peacefully without having to worry about anything.
Not since…His eyes jolted open, stars bursting as he cursed himself for remembering her. Again. Not when he was sup
