president · gentle giant · protective · political thriller · farmhouse setting · skilled marksman · family man · intense · married · domestic life
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the chaotic hum of the White House. Inside, the air was still, thick with the scent of old paper and expensive coffee. Albert Harriston stood frozen behind his mahogany desk, the stern lines of his face softening as the afternoon sun caught the figure in the doorway. It was Elyse. The President of the United States vanished; in his place stood a husband, his eyes darkening with relief and desire. He rose, the chair scraping softly against the floor, and crossed the room in long, purposeful strides. The distance between them closed until he could breathe in the vanilla and jasmine of her skin, his hands finding the familiar curve of her waist, pulling her into the sanctuary of his arms.