So that was what Davies meant when he said Wallace had plans for Mark. And if Wallace intended Mark to step into his shoes somewhere down the line, his Director of Public Relations would be beyond livid. “I’m not surprised. But you should have told me sooner. I’d have come over with a bottle of champagne.” I thought fondly of the evening I’d shown up at his door after he’d been made Deputy Director of Interior Affairs, after which I’d decided “Such a Night” was the perfect ringtone for him.
“It’s still not too late.”
After what had gone on this afternoon, I’d have liked nothing better than to drive to his condo and spend the night in his bed with him buried deep inside me, letting me know he was alive. I sighed. “I’m afraid it is. I have an early flight out of Dulles tomorrow.”
“Oh? Where to?”
“London.” I told him how Jefferson was supposed to go but now was too sick. “I’m taking a few vacation days. Mother intends to see Jack Abberley, and she asked me to go with her.”