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their photo, and Andie moved closer as the lovebirds walked away, arm in arm, the crystal ornaments on the tree glistening like the 2-karat diamond on the bride-to-be's finger. Holidays were notorious turning points in relationships, and Jack wondered how many women at tonight's party would get diamonds this season, how many would throw their arms around their man and say yes, and how many had their stomach in knots just thinking about it. He wasn't anywhere near ready to pop the question, but he wondered if Andie was on the latter end of that continuum.
    "Quite the ring," said Andie.
    Jack's cell rang, and they both laughed at the mechanical play on word.
    Jack checked the number. He didn't recognize it.
    "You're not going to answer that, are you?" said Andie.
    "Aw, come on. I've never taken a phone call in the White House."
    Jack hit Talk and said hello, but no one was there.
    "Still never taken a call in the White House," he said.
    It rang again. This time it was an e-mail. Again, Jack didn't recognize the sender, but the subject line was enough to give him the creeps.
    "What's up?" said Andie.
    Jack's first reaction was to delete it, and his second was to open it up and read the entire message. He did neither. Jack wasn't entitled to his own Secret Service protection, but they had warned him about this, and he knew the protocol.
    "Jack?"
    He heard her, but he didn't answer. He took her hand, and they didn't stop walking until they approached the south portico, where the lighting was better.
    "Something wrong?" said Andie.
    He showed her the screen, and they read the message together.
    I can make your father president. No bullshit. Meet me.
    Suddenly the fact that they were standing in the White House mansion, just a short walk away from the Oval Office, was even more surreal.
    "It's officially started," said Andie.
    "What?" said Jack.
    "The wackos have arrived."
    Paulette Sparks staked out a strategic position in the State Dining Room beneath the watchful eye of Abraham Lincoln. Harry Swyteck didn't know it, but for the past ten minutes, he'd been in Paulette's journalistic crosshairs. He hadn't moved in over a n h our, a steady stream of reporters plying the nominee.
    "Good luck getting near him."
    Paulette looked away from her target just long enough to respond to her friend.
    "Watch me."
    "You really are working tonight, aren't you?"
    "Isn't everybody?"
    Paulette covered the White House for CNN International, and by all accounts a soon-to-be-announced transfer would land her on the fast track toward White House correspondent--one of the youngest in the press corps. Seven years earlier she'd been an engineering student at Northwestern University. Much to the dismay of her honors physics professor, Paulette burned one of her electives in broadcast journalism--and loved it. She changed her major and never looked back. Internships more than class work led to a job as a general correspondent with a network affiliate, and she was quickly promoted to Washington. A "going home" piece she did on Vietnam--the village where her American GI father had met Paulette's mother before the fall of Saigon--won her a Peabody Award and triggered a slew of job offers that took her national. Her hard-hitting but poised and professional style during a ten-month assignment to the Keyes-Grayson campaign earned her even more respect and credibility--not to mention an invitation to the White House Christmas party.
    "One more glass of holiday cheer should loosen the governor's tongue," said Paulette. "And then I move in."
    Her friend smiled. "You can always tell the first-timers. They're the ones who don't know the White House eggnog has even more kick than calories."
    Paulette's BlackBerry vibrated. She would have liked to ignore the thing, but her day never ended, and she was hopelessly addicted. The number on the display screen was a bit of a shocker, one she hadn't seen in almost ten months. It was her younger sister.
    Paulette followed a