Page 25 of Black Reign

“I'm sure.”

“Funny too and she skis double black diamonds.”

“Excellent.”

“She has her own money.”

“I didn't ask for a prospectus.”

Haverhill laughs into his drink.

Drew shakes his head.

“What exactly do you need? Royal blood? Nobel Prize? Three heads?”

“Conversation.”

That quiets him.

Briefly.

Leo nods.

“I get that.”

Drew looks at him.

“No, you don't. Jade could tell you grass is orange and you'd agree.”

Leo smiles lazily.

“Probably.”

The mood shifts.

Barely.

Enough.

Married men have a different expression when their wives are mentioned.

Annoying.

I drink.

Vale notices.

Naturally.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“That wasn't nothing.”

I consider lying.

Maybe it's the Scotch.