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“You favored purple toenail polish eight years ago, didn’t you?”
She laughed. “Red is always in but purple may mount a comeback. I’m actually flattered you remembered.”
“Purple toenails and packing a .357.”
“Come on, fess up, it was a wicked, irresistible combination.”
He sat back and gazed off.
They were silent for some minutes, Joan looking at him nervously and King doing his best to avoid eye contact. “Did you ever think about asking me to marry you?” she asked.
He glanced at her with an astonished expression. “I was married back then, Joan.”
“I know that. But you were separated and your marriage was really over.”
He looked down. “Okay, maybe I did know my marriage was over, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to attempt another one. And I guess I never really believed two Secret Service agents could ever make a marriage work. That life is just too crazy.”
“I thought about asking you.”
“Asking me what?”
“To marry me.”
“You really are amazing. You were going to ask me to marry you?”
“Is there a rule somewhere that says the man has to propose?”
“Well, if there is, I’m sure you’d have no problem smashing it to pieces.”
“I’m serious, Sean. I was in love with you. So much so that I’d wake up in the middle of the night with the shakes, terrified it would somehow all go away, that you and your wife would get back together.”
“I didn’t know that,” he said quietly.
“How did you feel about me? I mean really feel about me?”
He looked uncomfortable. “Honestly? I was amazed you’d let me have you. You were on this pedestal, professionally and personally.”
“So I was what, a trophy to be mounted on the wall?”
“No, I actually thought I was.”
“I didn’t sleep around, Sean. I didn’t have that reputation.”
“No, you didn’t. Your reputation was the iron lady. There wasn’t one agent I knew who wasn’t intimidated by you. You scared the shit out of a lot of tough guys.”
Joan looked down. “Didn’t you know, prom queens tend to be very lonely creatures. When I joined the Service, women were still an anomaly. To succeed, I had to be more ‘guy’ than all the other guys. I had to make the rules up as I went along. It’s a little different now, but back then I really didn’t have a choice.”
He touched her cheek and turned her face to his. “So why didn’t you?”
“Why didn’t I what?”
“Ask me to marry you?”
“I was planning to but something happened.”
“What was that?”
“Clyde Ritter’s getting killed.”
