Yes, they will, Lynn agreed. But the president is unwilling to ruin innocent lives.
In Caras opinion, the womens lives were already ruined. Anyone whod had the misfortune to sleep with President Morrow in high school would be fair game. It wouldnt even matter whether the lovemaking squared up with Ariellas birth date; theyd still be hunted down and hounded with questions.
Lynn twisted her ring again. Its always that thing that you dont see coming. And its always sex. Next time, remind me to back a nerdy candidate. Maybe president of the chess club or something.
These days, nerds are hot, Cara pointed out.
Thats because we expect them to grow up rich.
Thats why I hang out at the local internet café looking for dates.
Lynn grinned, putting a little life into her exhausted expression. I should have married a nerd in high school.
Instead of a smoking-hot navy captain?
Lynn gave a self-conscious shrug, but her eyes took on a secretive glow. It was spring break. And he rocked those dress whites.
You didnt even look twice at the nerds, Cara accused.
The hormones want what the hormones want.
Caras brain conjured up a picture of Max, but she quickly shook it away. Have you spoken to Ariella?
Nobody can find her.
Cant blame her for that. If it had been Cara, shed have crossed the Canadian border by now.
Think you can find her? Lynn asked.
Cara would love nothing better than to find Ariella and make sure she was okay. But she wasnt going to abandon Lynn to go on a wild-goose chase. You need me here.
We can live without you.
Just what every woman wants to hear. Youre going to have to give a statement to the press today. And you need me to write it. You need to get some sleep.
Cara wished shed had more than three hours sleep herself. She knew she had to pay more attention to things like eating and sleeping now that she was pregnant. But time for sleep and time to prepare nutritious meals were pretty hard to come by while working for the president. Especially during this crisis.
I will get some sleep, Lynn agreed. Barrys working on a statement, and well put the press off until the afternoon. Do you think youd be able to find Ariella?
Cara got to her feet. She had to believe her womb was a safe place for the first few weeks of gestation no matter what chaos was going on outside it. She reassured herself that many women wouldnt even know they were pregnant this early.
I can try, she told her boss.
Then go. Get out of here.
Cara headed for her own office, quickly retrieving her coat and purse. If she could find Ariella, at the very least they could offer her Secret Service protection. She wrapped the scarf around her neck before heading out into the snow.
If the story was true, Ariella would need protection for the rest of her life, and that would only be the start of the chaos. Merely being a member of the White House staff had sent Caras personal life into a tailspin. She couldnt imagine what Ariella was going through.
Two
After combing the city for countless hours, looking everywhere she could think to find Ariella, Cara gave up. It was nearly nine in the evening, and shed left dozens of messages and asked everyone who might know anything. She was exhausted when she finally took the elevator back to her loft. Maybe Ariella really had fled to Canada.
Cara twisted her key in the dead bolt, then unlocked the knob below, pushing open the solid oak door.
As soon as she stepped inside, she knew something was wrong. A light was on upstairs and someone was playing music.
Her hand reflexively went to her purse, where shed stashed Maxs watch. If hed used it as an excuse to come back, if the superintendent had actually let him into her apartment, well, there was going to be hell to pay for both of them. Max might be a famous television personality, trusted and admired by most of D.C., but that didnt give him the right to con the super, break into her apartment and make himself at home.
She tossed her coat and scarf on the corner bench in the entry hall and pulled off her boots, not even bothering to put them in the closet. She paced her way up the spiral staircase, working up her outrage, planning to hit him with both barrels before he had a chance to start the smooth talk.
Then she realized Beyoncé was playing. And it smelled like someone was baking. She made it to the top of the stairs and stopped dead.
Ariella stood in the middle of her kitchen, surrounded by flour-sprinkled chaos. She had one of Caras T-shirts pulled over her short dress and a pair of red calico oven mitts on her hands. Midstep between the oven and the island counter, she held a pan of chocolate cupcakes.
I hope you dont mind. She blinked her big, blue eyes. I didnt know where else to go.
Of course I dont mind. Cara quickly made her way across the room. Ive been out looking for you.
Ariella set down the cupcake pan. Theyve staked out my house, the club, even Bombay Mains. I didnt dare go to a hotel, and I was afraid of the airport. The doorman always remembered me, and I pretended I misplaced your spare key.
You were right to come here. Cara gave her a half hug, avoiding the worst of the flour.
Then she glanced at the trays of beautifully decorated cupcakes. Vanilla, chocolate and red velvet, they were covered in mounds of buttercream icing, and Ariella had turned marzipan into everything from flowers and berries to rainbows and butterflies.
Hungry? she jokingly asked Ariella.
Nervous energy.
Maybe we can take them to the office or sell them for charity. There had to be five dozen already. They couldnt let them go to waste.
Ariella pulled off the oven mitts and turned off the music. You got any wine?
Absolutely. Caras wine rack was small, but she kept it well stocked.
She moved to the bay window alcove to check out the selection. Merlot? Shiraz? Cab Sauv? Ive got a nice Mondavi Private Selection.
We might not want to waste a good bottle tonight.
Cara laughed and pulled it out anyway.
Im going for volume, said Ariella.
Understandable. Cara returned to the kitchen, finding a small space among the mess to pull the cork. Glasses are above the stove, she told Ariella.
Ariella retrieved them, and the two women moved to the living room.
Ariella peeled off the T-shirt, revealing a simple, steel-gray cocktail dress. She plunked into an armchair and curled her feet beneath her. Do we have to let it breathe?
In an emergency Cara began to pour not necessary.
Ariella rocked forward and snagged the first glass.
Cara filled her own and sat back on the couch. Then she suddenly remembered the pregnancy and guiltily set the glass down beside her. What was she thinking?
Mine can breathe for a few minutes, she explained. Then focused on Ariella. How are you holding up?
How would you guess Im holding up?
Id be flipping out.
I am flipping out.
Could it be true? Cara asked. Do you know anything at all about your biological parents?
Could it be true? Cara asked. Do you know anything at all about your biological parents?
Ariella shook her head. Not a single thing. Then she laughed a little self-consciously. They were Caucasian. I think they were American. One of them might have grown up to be president.
I always knew you had terrific genes.
Ariella came to her feet, moving to a mirror that hung at the top of the stairs, gazing at her reflection. Do you think I look anything like him?
Cara did. Little bit, she said, rising to follow Ariella and stand behind her. Okay, quite a bit.
Enough that
Yes, Cara whispered, squeezing Ariellas shoulders.
Ariella closed her eyes for a long second. I need to get away, somewhere where this isnt such a big deal.
You should stay in D.C. We can protect you. The Secret Service
No. Ariellas eyes popped wide.
Theyll take good care of you. They know what theyre doing.
Im sure they do. But I need to get out of D.C. for a while.
I understand. Cara wanted to be both sympathetic and supportive. Ariella was first and foremost her friend. This is a lot for you to take in.
You are the master of understatement.
Their eyes met in the mirror.
You need to take a DNA test, said Cara.
But Ariella shook her brunette head.
Not knowing is not an option, Cara gently pointed out.
Not yet, said Ariella. Its one thing to suspect, but its another to know for sure. You know?
Cara thought she understood. Let us help you. Come to the office with me and talk to Lynn.
I need time, Cara.
You need help, Ari.
Ariella turned. I need a few days. A few days on my own before I face the media circus, okay?
Cara hesitated. She didnt know how she was going to go back to her boss and say shed found Ariella and then lost her again. But her loyalty was also to her friend. Okay, she finally agreed.
Ill take the DNA test, but not yet. I dont think I could wrap my mind around it if it was positive.
Where will you go?
I cant tell you that. You have to keep a straight face when you tell them you dont know.
I can lie.
No, you cant. Not to the American press, you cant. And not to your boss, and definitely not to your president.
Cara knew she had a point. How can I contact you?
Ill contact you.
Ariella.
It has to be this way.
No, it doesnt. We can help you, protect you, find out the truth for you.
It has to be this way for me, Cara. Just for now. Only for a while. I know its better for the president if I stay, better for you if I stay and face the music. Her voice broke ever so softly. But I just cant.
None of this is your fault, Cara felt compelled to point out, putting an arm around Ariellas shoulders.
Ariella nodded her understanding.
Hes a very good man.
Im sure he is. But hes the president. And that means Ariellas voice trailed off.
Yeah, Cara agreed into the silence. That meant the circus would never end.
Her cell phone chimed a distinctive tone, telling Cara it was a text from Lynn. She moved away and pulled it from her pocket. The message told her to turn on ANS.
What? asked Ariella, watching Caras expression.
Its from Lynn. Theres something going on. Its on the news. Cara moved to the living area and pressed a button on the remote, changing the channel to ANS.
Ariella moved up beside her. Oh, I have a bad feeling about this.
Field reporter Angelica Pierce was speaking. She was speculating about Ariella and her relationship to the president, and was saying something about a woman named Eleanor Albert from the presidents hometown of Fields, Montana. Then old yearbook photos of the president and Eleanor Albert came up side by side on the screen. With a dramatic musical flourish, a picture of Ariella settled in between them.
Caras eyes went wide.
Ariella sucked in a breath, gripping the sofa for support. No, she rasped.
Cara wrapped her arm around her friend and held on tight. There was no mistaking the resemblance. Cara wasnt even sure they needed a DNA test.
Max knew the excuse of having forgotten his watch in Caras apartment was lame. But it was the best hed been able to come up with on short notice. She was home now. He could see the lights on in her apartment.
Hed just seen the pictures of the president, Ariella and Eleanor on a news site on his tablet. All hell was about to break loose at the White House, and it was doubtful hed be able to see Cara again for weeks to come.
He exited from his Mustang GT, turning up his coat collar against the blowing snow. He was on his way home from dinner with the NCN network brass and wearing dress shoes, so he was forced to dodge puddles, taking a circuitous route on his way across the street.
He made it to the awning, brushed the flakes from his sleeves, then looked up, straight into the eyes of Ariella Winthrop. They both froze.
Ariella? He swiftly glanced both ways to see if anyone else was out on the dark street.
Hi, Max.
He moved close, taking her arm to guide her away from the streetlight. What are you doing? You cant be out on the street. There didnt appear to be any other reporters around, but it wasnt safe for her. Hed met her only a few times, but he liked her a lot. She was Caras close friend, and Max seemed to have a protective streak when it came to Cara.
The doorman called me a cab.
A cab? Have you seen the news? Youre plastered all over it.
I saw.
Let me take you home. He immediately realized that was a ridiculous suggestion. Let me take you to a hotel. Ill take you anywhere you need to go. But you cant stand out here alone waiting for a cab.
He made a move toward his own car, but she stood her ground, tugging her arm from his.
Max, she commanded.
He reluctantly stopped and turned to her.
Youre one of the guys Im avoiding, remember?
Im not a reporter right now.
Youre always a reporter.
You dont have to talk. Dont say a word. He paused. But can I ask you one question?
She shot him an impatient look.
He asked anyway. Was it you? Did you leak tonights information to ANS?
Id never even heard of Eleanor Albert before tonight. And the pictures dont prove a thing. I still dont know for sure.
He recognized that she was in denial. The rest of the world knows for sure, he told her gently. Let me take you to the White House.
No!
Youll be safe there. And maybe it would earn him some goodwill with the administration, maybe even with Cara.
Wait a minute. Cara. Why was Cara letting Ariella leave her apartment all alone? Why hadnt she called in reinforcements?
Did you talk to Cara up there? It occurred to him that maybe Cara wasnt home.
Thats two questions, said Ariella.
Is she upstairs? She let you leave?
Im a grown woman, Max.