“Oh, for the love of…Haven’t you taken him to bed yet, Browne?”
The door closed on Browne’s answer, and The Boss shook his head.
“Browne is a good agent, but he seems unable to keep a handle on his love life. Much like the rest of mankind, I’d wager.”
I murmured something noncommittal. I didn’t have that problem. I took my lover to bed on a regular basis, whether at my place or his, and made damned sure I kept him happy. Of course I wasn’t about to tell that to the man who ran the WBIS.
I prepared to leave.
“Just one second, Mark.”
I got a bad feeling in my gut, but I kept my expression smooth. “Sir?”
He handed me an ivory envelope. I slid my forefinger under the flap and flipped it open. Inside was a vellum card the same color.
You are cordially invited….
Fuck. “Another embassy do?”
“Yes.”
“So, who’s going this time?” As if I didn’t have my suspicions.
“You, of course. You’ll need to keep an eye on Senator Wexler and that rabbity aide of his.”