Chapter 82

Wexler flushed scarlet and began to babble. “It’s…I don’t…I need to let Daren know we won’t need…My apologies to your mother, please, Mann. Vincent.” And Wexler hurried off.

Quinton realized I was there, and he smiled ironically. “Mother, you’ll be sorry to hear Senator Wexler is unavailable to drive you home.”

“I’m heartbroken.”

Vincent stared at me, a slightly baffled expression on his face. I raised a questioning eyebrow, but he shook his head and looked over the room, something I’d noticed him do quite frequently.

“Why don’t you and Mr. Vincent stay and enjoy the ball, Quinton? I called Gregor, and he should be arriving to pick me up shortly. Mr. Vincent. It was nice seeing you again.”

“Mrs. Mann. It was nice meeting you. For the first time.” He’d consistently refused to acknowledge he’d interviewed me as Harriman Patterson.

I smiled at him and turned to Quinton. “Walk me to the cloakroom, sweetheart.”