In 2016 the headlines read, First Lady Kills President Lovinggood. In 2048 Hank Lovinggood embarks on a quest to prove his mother’s innocence and to find and punish the killers. Together Hank and lovely physicist Dr. Kathryn Sinclair confront an implacable, twisted, and merciless enemy who’ll do whatever it takes to hide the truth forever.
“I’ve never compared you to your father,” she whispered. “I’ve never even met your father, but I know you, Hank, and I like what I’ve found out about you.” Her eyes locked with his as she slid across the bed to within a hair’s breadth of him.
“You smell faintly of lilac,” he muttered.
Kathryn ran her hand through her hair, releasing the lilac fragrance into the air. “That’s the shampoo I used on my hair. Do you like it?”
“Uh huh. I like that clingy little robe too. I’m trying not to stare, but those curves of yours are getting to me.”
Kathryn’s heart took off in a mad gallop. “I tried not to think of those kisses we shared at the party, but I thought of them anyway.”
Oh, glory be! Look how his eyes were smoldering. “They made my stomach feel fluttery,” she breathed.
“My knees got weak.”
A demure little smile curved Kathryn’s lips as she melted against him. “So, kiss me again, and let’s see what happens.”
Hank’s eyes closed as he gently kissed her. “Well?”
“My stomach got fluttery again,” Kathryn sighed.
Hank gently tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “My knees might be weak, but I can’t tell because I’m lying down.”
Kathryn frowned. “Oh, I don’t like that. If you don’t know for sure I must be doing something wrong. Let’s try that kiss again.”
Hank seemed agreeable. He took her in his arms, but this time he kissed her the way a man kisses his true love, as if she was his greatest treasure in the world. Kathryn shivered against his chest as fire raced through her veins. “How are you knees?”
“Weak as water.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
“So, show me,” he retorted, and she did.