After the incident in the underground parking garage, she and Morgan had spent more than a week answering questions, filling out statements, and then being honored by the presidential candidate for single-handedly capturing the would-be assassin. Sara didn’t much care for the attention and was relieved when they finally were delivered via private jet back to home soil. Due to all that had happened, they’d been given time off to rest before they returned to Washington to finish out the assignment. Sara sat beside Morgan as he drove, noting the changes. In the months they’d been gone, the riot of autumn color had faded to the dark muted tones of winter, the bare branches of trees standing stark against a faded sky. “You want to go to your place or mine?” Morgan asked. “Actually, I’d like to go to Nadine’s if that’s okay with you.” “Whatever you want,” he said with a smile and reached over to take her hand. She smiled and leaned back, enjoying the drive. When they pulled up in front of Nadine’s house, she was suddenly full of excitement.
