Chapter 86

“All right, then. Who is he? Oh, come on, Quinn. You already know I’m okay with you being gay. So tell me who you’re seeing.”

I still hesitated.

“Okay, we’ll get back to that later. Does Portia know?”

“Of course.”

“What does she think of him?”

“She’s very fond of him.” Perhaps if I eased into it? “She has been ever since he got me out of that disaster with Prinzip.”

“Wait, it’s Pierre de Becque?”

“Excuse me?”

“We all heard how de Becque and his Division operatives played cavalry and came to the rescue.”

“DB—”

“I dunno, Quinn. You never struck me as someone who would go for a Frenchman. Well, I never thought you’d go for any man, but de Becque’s a little on the flamboyant side, don’t you think?”

“No.” I sighed. “And no, it’s not him.”

“Then who? Come on, tell me. I don’t care who it is, as long as he makes you happy. I mean, the only man who’d burn my butt is Mark Vincent, but he’s a cold son of a bitch, and I know you’d never sleep with him.”