Chapter 224 Nineteen: Ford

• Five years later...
• "How are you not used to this by now?" I take my eyes off the two agents to glance over at Henry. It still feels odd to call him that sometimes after calling him Mr. President for so long.
• "They look at her," I growl. One thing I sure don't miss about the White House is having people watch you all the fucking time, but whenever Henry is around, so are his agents. For the most part. Today he was only picking Emma up, not staying so he hadn't made plans that would leave his agents a little bit away so now I was making sure they weren't checking out my woman. No, my jealousy hasn't lessened over the years.