Bryan returned after fifteen minutes and placed the key in my palm. “She drives like a honey, Portia. If I wasn’t a responsible married man…”
“Yes, well, you are,” Tony snapped. “Please to remember that!”
“Certainly.” The pleasure left Bryan’s face. “Since there’s no emergency here, I’d better go.”
He walked out, closing the door quietly behind him, and Ludovic murmured, “You’re a ray of sunshine, Anthony.”
“If he gets himself killed…”
“He’s one of the best drivers I know. Are you aware Hazelton has him teaching the younger officers how to handle a car in desperate situations?”
“I’m not CIA, if you’ll remember, Jefferson. I have no idea what Hazelton has in mind. I’ve got to go.” And Tony stalked out.
“I’m sorry.” Ludovic appeared crestfallen. “I didn’t mean to cause a to-do.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. You should know by now Tony and Bryan are like oil and water. Which is sad, because when they were younger…” Jefferson shook his head.