Security Breach. Margaret Daley

realizing until then how tense she’d been while they were checking out her house.

      “Does the rest of my place look like the living room?”

      “Yes. You’ll need to go through your home and let me know what’s missing. I’ll contact the local police about what happened, but since this might be connected with the White House break-in, I want to deal with it.”

      “I’ll do a walk-through tonight, but I’m too tired to do more than that.” The past weeks finally wreaked their havoc on her.

      “Why don’t you wait until tomorrow. In fact, go to bed. I’ll take care of the locksmith, dust for fingerprints since this is tied to a theft at the White House and stay until he leaves. Okay?”

      She hesitated, so tempted by his offer.

      “I’ll make sure everything is locked up.” Nicholas’s gaze strayed to something beyond the porch.

      She swung around and saw Mr. Lamb, the locksmith, park his van behind Nicholas’s SUV. “I can’t go to sleep until I know the locks have been changed. I want all three door locks replaced even though I only had the front one on the key ring.”

      “You might also think about getting an alarm system.”

      “Believe me, I will tomorrow.”

      After talking with the locksmith, Selena made her way upstairs and changed into a pair of sweatpants, a large T-shirt and slippers. Her feet were screaming pain and demanding she sit, but she was afraid if she did, she would never get up, any surge of adrenaline she’d experienced from the break-in subsiding. After her locks were replaced, she would send Nicholas and Mr. Lamb on their way, do a brief walk-through to check if anything was missing, then collapse into bed with her revolver on the nightstand.

      * * *

      Selena’s eyes popped open to a semidark room. A dull ache still gripping her head, she glanced at her digital clock on the bedside table: 7:00 a.m. She rolled over and tried to go back to sleep since the chief of staff had told her to take the next two days off. But after twenty minutes, she gave up.

      Thoughts of what the intruder was looking for kept running through her mind. While Mr. Lamb changed the locks, she’d gone from room to room, checking if anything obvious had been stolen, but nothing was missing. Her computer was there but obviously had been handled by the intruder. She’d have it checked to see if something had been added or deleted. Her TV and a few pieces of nice jewelry had been untouched.

      After seeing Nicholas out the door and locking it last night, she’d trudged up the stairs, and in spite of being totally drained emotionally and physically, she’d lain awake for another hour until exhaustion must have finally taken over.

      Still dressed in her sweatpants and T-shirt, she finger combed her hair—because she didn’t want to scare her neighbors—and headed downstairs to fetch her Washington Post. Her morning ritual always included savoring the newspaper with her coffee before she started her day. After she prepared the brew and it began to perk, she walked to the front door, opened it and nearly fell over Nicholas stretched out in a sleeping bag against the threshold to her home. She teetered over him.

      He reached up and steadied her.

      “What are you doing here?” She scanned the porch. “And where is Max?”

      He rose, stretching and rolling his shoulders. “I’m making sure you’re safe. Max is at the back door guarding that entrance.”

      “You didn’t say anything about that last night. I saw you walk to your SUV.”

      “To get my sleeping bag.” He grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek. “I did leave your house, but I couldn’t completely go. I would have never forgiven myself if the intruder had come back.”

      She marched past him and snatched up the newspaper at the bottom of the stairs, then retraced her steps. Planting herself in the doorway, she blocked him. “You didn’t need to do that. I doubt the person would come back.”

      “Have you noticed anything missing?”

      “That’s what you really want to know. Admit it. That was the real reason you stayed.”

      “Only one of the reasons. I am concerned about your safety.” He drew in a deep breath. “Ah, coffee. May I have some?”

      She twisted her mouth into a frown, trying to be perturbed at the impossible man. But she couldn’t. “One cup. Then you’ll leave. I have a rare day off and want to...” What? Relax? Which had been her original plan until someone broke into her house. She glanced at her living room and knew that wouldn’t happen until she cleaned it up. The only way she got everything done was to be highly organized; she wouldn’t rest until this mess was taken care of.

      “Could you use help putting this back the way it was?” Nicholas gestured toward the living room.

      She opened her mouth to say no, then chuckled at how ridiculous that sounded. “My mama didn’t raise no fool.” Actually, her mother hardly raised her at all.

      “I take that as a yes.”

      She nodded. “Come in.”

      Nicholas entered and shut the door. “I almost forgot. Mr. Lamb gave me the bill.” He dug into his pocket and pulled it out. “I didn’t want it to get lost in all this clutter.”

      She’d forgotten all about the bill last night. She’d been too focused on Nicholas prowling her house while Mr. Lamb worked. “Thank you. He would have sent it to me.”

      “You’re welcome.”

      Pushing some clutter out of her way with her foot, she padded across the wooden floor to the kitchen and poured two mugs full of coffee. “Let’s have it outside on the patio. I won’t relax if I keep looking at all this. Besides, Max might want some water. There’s a bowl on the counter. Use that to give him some.”

      “You’re certainly a take-charge kind of woman.”

      At the back door, she peered at him. “It pays to be in my job since so much of it is planning various events for the president. He expects the best from his staff.”

      Nicholas filled the bowl with water. “Yesterday really showcased your talents. Everyone I saw was having a great time. Even Margaret Meyer. I don’t think of her as having a sense of humor.”

      “Speaking of the general, won’t she expect you at the White House this morning?”

      Nicholas frowned. “I’ll let her know I’ll be in later. Dan can start looking at the security tapes.”

      “Dan is helping you with my case?”

      “Yes.”

      “Why are you on it? I see Dan’s role.”

      He averted his gaze for a long moment, then said, “Another office was broken into yesterday. There may be a connection.”

      Her face drained of color. “General Meyer’s?”

      He remained quiet.

      “I heard there was a ruckus around her office. You know how rumors can fly around the White House. And you do work for her.” Her eyes widened. “If you think there might be a connection, it has to be over the Jeffries case.”

      “No comment at this time.”

      She opened the door and stopped. Max, much like Nicholas, was lying down across the entrance into the kitchen.

      Nicholas stepped over his rottweiler and put the bowl down on the patio. “Drink.”

      Selena watched Max saunter to the bowl and lap up the water. “You have to tell him to drink?”

      “He waits for commands when we’re on the job. When he’s off duty, he does what he wants.”

      On the job? She guessed she was a job to him, especially if he thought she knew where