“Are you sure?” I let my nails graze his scalp and watch the way his jaw flexes. “You’re practically purring.” I stick out my tongue playfully and drop my hand.

He gives my other hand a squeeze before letting go, stepping backward toward the door and winking. “If you’re looking to get a rise out of me, there’s a better place to sink your nails into, Montgomery.”

* * *

Life is funny. I used to feel bad that I lived a life of solitude. There was no roommate to do laundry or cook dinner with, no boyfriend to snuggle up on the couch with while watching a movie.

I’ve been around more people in close proximity these days than I have in over a decade, and I absolutely hate it.

While I stayed in the White House, the only privacy I had was in my room, but thanks to my mother and Madeline and their efforts to orient me, I never spent much time there. And even though I breathed a major sigh of relief when we left Washington, we didn’t leave it all behind.

I rip out my phone to text my sister.

I want the security detail canceled. Now.

I’m about to ditch the guy myself.

Madeline

We already gave you an inch. You have the option to drive your own car. Don’t push it or you’ll ride with them.

I pocket my phone, feeling a stare. Looking up, I make eye contact with the sales associate who quickly busies herself straightening hangers.

“Can you do me a favor?” I turn on my heel to Agent Samuels. “Can you maybe not stand so close to me?”

Agent Samuels doesn’t take a step back.

I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. Fitz told me to take it easy. But I can’t think with a shadow breathing down my neck.

“I don’t know what’s the point of you wearing regular clothing.”

Agent Samuels adjusts the collar of his gray t-shirt, a far contrast from the suit I’ve seen him in. “We dress to blend in as civilians if necessary.”

“Civilians can look like creepy stalkers too,” I quip. “Could you just wait over there, please? This place isn’t even crowded. Better yet, Fitz and I are going to a black-tie event. If you’re coming, you should have a tuxedo. There’s a men’s department upstairs.”

The tall agent tips his head. “Already have one, ma’am. We’re prepped for any occasion.”

I rub my temples. “Of course you are. Can you just give me a little space? Or are you coming inside the fitting room with me?”

Agent Samuels nods. “I’ll be here, ma’am. The fitting room has already been checked.”

I wait while he moves to the side before turning back to the sales associate. “I’m really so sorry.”