the clinic. Tell them I’m on my way. I’ll call my wife and tell her where I am. Could you call my mother and tell her I won’t be coming out to the farm for dinner?”
“Absolutely. What else?”
“My cell?” He patted his pockets.
Sophie handed him an iPhone. “You left it on your desk. I also filled up your Hummer.”
“How did you do that?”
“You left your car keys on your desk, too.” She sank her hand into her straw purse and flipped the keys to him. “Good luck.”
The elevator doors opened and Nate jumped in.
Roger Caldwell said his goodbye to Jack, then he excused himself and took the stairs, telling Jack it was part of his cardio routine.
Sophie turned and spied Jack for the first time. “You, er, look good. I mean, well.”
He walked toward her.
“No problem with the ankle, I see.” She smiled slightly, but it slid off her face as her eyes met his.
Jack saw trepidation and question in her face. Rightly so. He still wanted answers, but he knew her explanation wouldn’t have changed from what she’d delivered to him before.
“Ankle is good.” He tapped his head. “So is the noggin’. No more checkups for a couple months, I’m told.”
“Good. So, you’re fine. Well, I gotta go,” she said but didn’t move. Her eyes tracked over to the president’s door.
Jack thought she’d stopped breathing. Her back went rigid and her eyes were wide. “Why are you here, Jack?”
“Business,” he replied icily. “My business.”
Not a muscle on Sophie’s body flinched. It was as if she’d turned to stone. She didn’t blink or breathe. “Business with the president?”
“Yes, and now we’re finished for the day,” he said, moving around her and pressing the elevator button.
He let his eyes slide to Sophie’s sleek, tanned legs. When she pirouetted to face him, her calves flexed just like a ballerina. He wondered if she had taken ballet when she was a little girl. He remembered going to his sister’s recitals and making fun of her pink tutu and feather headdresses. He didn’t think he’d make fun of Sophie.
“Jack,” Sophie said his name just as the elevator arrived and the doors whooshed open.
He got in and shook his head. “Don’t.”
The door closed, leaving a stunned and enticingly beautiful Sophie on the other side.
Jack stared at the ceiling. Though it was the first time he’d been with Sophie since Aleah’s death, he hadn’t thought of his assistant at all.
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