Chapter 108
He grinned, picked up a wedge of mandarin orange from the bed of greens, and slid it into his mouth. “What didn’t happen. They asked if they could come in and—they weren’t strangers.” he insisted hotly. I hadn’t said anything, just given him the look I’d learned from my father. Before he’d been killed in that plane crash, he’d always managed to find time for us to spend together, and he’d taught me many things. “They were—” His mouth snapped shut on his words, and he glared at me. “Oh, no, Mann, you’re not going to trick me into telling you which two women we work with they were.” He turned his attention back to his neglected salad.
“Oh, fine,” I groused, although secretly I was amused. I took a bite of my own salad. “I hope you’re very happy. Now I’m going to look at every woman I come across at Langley and wonder if she was one of the two who let you have sex with her.”