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tomorrow?”
    She could lie.  If she told him she had a previous engagement, he'd never know the difference.  Sara opened her mouth, an excuse on the tip of her tongue, but the words wouldn't come.  Although people in Washington were rumored to lie left and right to suit their own needs and agendas, she wasn't able to.  Never had been in fact.  For as long as she could remember her mom drilled into her that a true lady never lied.  Omitting details was one thing, like not telling her brother about her one-night stand, but out and out lying just felt wrong.  A true lady doesn't have one-night stands either.
    “Nothing specific,” the words slid from her mouth. She hadn't lied.
    “How about dinner then?  You can tell me more about this initiative David wants me to support.”
    Sara nodded in agreement. Perhaps working with Christopher would be the best way to get over her awkward feelings about Hawaii.
     
    On the other side of the glass elevator, the city lights twinkled in the evening sky.  Rolling her neck she tried to work out the tension that had settled there hours earlier.  Normally these events gave her an adrenaline boost, but not tonight.  While the evening had started out like any other, it had gone downhill fast, picking up speed along the way.
    “What a night,” she said to herself as the elevator reached her floor.  The doors opened to a deserted hallway.  She had the entire floor to herself, Secret Service made sure of that.  Not that it would've been a problem, anyway considering the hotel belonged to Sherbrooke Enterprises.
    Slipping her keycard into the lock, she pushed open the door, kicked off her Christian Louboutin heels, and headed straight for the bathroom with its oversized tub.  She needed a long soak in the tub to wash away her stress.  Her entire body felt tight as if it was about to snap, since she'd heard first Phillip's and then Christopher's voice.  Not that she wasn't grateful for Christopher's interference.  When he'd wrapped his arm around her waist anchoring her to his side, her fear disappeared.
    Yet she'd hoped not to see Christopher for a very long time. Mortification, along with several other emotions, set in every time she thought of her behavior that night in Hawaii.  If David had told her about his invitation to Christopher maybe she could have prepared herself for seeing him again.
    To top off the weekend, now she was going to have dinner with him.  Sara slid into the water, the heat immediately easing the tension in her body.  Too bad it couldn't do the same for her warring emotions.  Inhaling and exhaling slow measured breaths, Sara pushed Christopher from her mind.  Tomorrow there would be enough time to deal with all her feelings he evoked.  Tonight she needed to relax then get a good night's sleep.
    ***
    With a hand towel, Christopher cleared the steam from the bathroom mirror.  Then he reached for his contact lenses.  Without those he ran the risk of slitting his own throat when he shaved the stubble that had grown since he shaved that morning.  Two shaves in the same day wasn't his norm.  When he could get away with it, he didn't even shave every day, but tonight there was no way around it.
    Using his shaving brush, he covered his cheeks with a layer of shaving soap and reached for the straight edge razor he favored.  While an electric razor would be quicker, he preferred the extra close shave the old-fashioned tool gave him.  His sister, Caroline, loved to give him a hard time about the fact that his life revolved around the state-of-the-art in technology, yet he shaved with an instrument some men wouldn't even recognize.
    As he scraped away the five o'clock shadow, his mind wandered to the evening ahead and a sharp pang of uneasiness pierced his gut.  On so many levels taking Sara out tonight was wrong.  Yeah, sure he'd asked her out, under the ruse that they could discuss the senator's new education plan while they ate, something that