“How’s engaged life treating you?”

“Never been better. I’m so, so glad I waited for her.”

“She’s great, and I’m glad you waited, too. She’s perfect for you.”

“In every possible way. I’ll admit I used to think you and Sam were so… What’s the word I’m looking for?”

“Ridiculous?”

Harry laughed. “I wouldn’t say that, exactly, but close. And now… Now, I get it. When it’s right, you don’t care who knows you’re madly in love.”

“Speaking of that, we’ve heard Saturday Night Live is going to debut the actors playing us this weekend, and the focus will be on our too-hot-to-handle romance.”

“Stop,” Harry said, sputtering with laughter.

“I believe the term used to describe the skit was ‘dry hump.’”

Harry lost it laughing. “That’s going to be the highlight of my holiday season.”

“I thought getting engaged would be.”

“Nope. That will be.”

“What’s so funny?” Terry O’Connor asked when he joined them.

“Saturday Night Live and the dry hump,” Harry said, losing it all over again.

“Have you told Sam?” Terry asked Nick as he clearly tried not to join Harry in the hysteria.

“She knows it’s coming, but the words ‘dry hump’ haven’t been brought to her attention. If they had, I certainly would’ve heard about it.”

“As your chief of staff, I recommend you mention it to her sooner rather than later,” Terry said.

“It’s on my list for when we get to Camp David, along with some uninterrupted time with her and the kids.”

“We’ll do what we can to make sure that happens,” Terry said, “but we’ve got a lot to do this week, beginning with the first draft of your State of the Union address. George is coming up the day after tomorrow to spend the day with us.”

“I want to write that myself,” Nick said.

Terry’s raised brows conveyed his opinion of that plan. “The whole thing?”

“Yes.”

“I still think you should sit with George and discuss your ideas.”

“I’ll give him a few hours, but not a whole day. I promised Sam a real break, and that’s what we’re going to do. And I hope you’re working on getting us to Bora Bora for our anniversary in March.”

“Being the director of the White House Medical Unit sure has its perks,” Harry said, grinning, “such as traveling with the president everywhere he goes, including Bora Bora.”

“We’re working on the logistics for that,” Terry said. “The Secret Service has sent an advance team—”

“Wait, what? An advance team to Bora Bora?”

“Yes, sir, Mr. President. As you know, that’s a routine part of their planning for international trips.”

“But this one is unofficial.”