Secret Service

by Tal Bauer

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The president flies in style, yes, but that style is solidly 1980s, as if the whole plane had been outfitted by La-Z-Boy salesmen with one color sample. Beige leather recliners, beige carpeting, beige paneling. The only pops of color are the blue curtains and the presidential seal—which is stuck on everything within eyeshot.

sleep well, mon cher, and fais de beaux rêves, and your eyes are the color of my dreams. But my words are lodged in my throat, and so, it seems, are his.

Brennan: I don’t understand what changed between New York and what you said to me last night. I don’t think I ever will. Please know that I will always, always cherish what we shared, even if it doesn’t mean the same to you. I won’t contact you again. Goodbye, Reese.

“I want to spend the rest of my life loving you,” he whispers.

So lovely!