After watching the president’s speech at Mike’s house, Jack and Madison headed back to the hospital.
“What do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” he asked her.
“I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. The possibility of dinner has crossed my mind a few times.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll buy you all the pizza you can eat if afterward you get the team together for a meeting in the crisis center.”
“Now there’s a classy dinner invitation.”
“If I thought we had the luxury of a three-hour gourmet dinner, I would have suggested it.”
“How many toppings on the pizza?” she asked.
“No limit. It’s your heart attack.”
“I’ll accept your offer on one final condition.”
“Shoot.”
“During dinner, the topic of GNS and everything and everybody related to it is off limits.”
“Agreed.”
“Good. We have a deal,” she said reaching for her phone. “There’s a pretty decent pizza place a few blocks from the hospital. I’ll call Marc. We’ll have time to eat while he gets the team together.”