Chapter Twenty-Two
Kathrine met Cade Largo outside his office the next day. “Hop in,” he said, pointing to the Lincoln Town Car. “I have to drop off a contract. We can talk on the way.” He hardly took a moment to glance up and he missed Kathrine’s resemblance to his wife; despite the hair style with the two new barrettes. Kathrine shrugged, slipped into the passenger-side and got settled on the white upholstery. She could wait.
“So you usually do your own running around?” Kathrine asked as he slipped behind the wheel.
His laugh was like a bark. “Yeah. I run a bare-bones operation. And proud of it, too. I got a woman to assist me and I swear to god, I would vote her for President. She’d run Washington like a business, single-handed. She would cut taxes by half. The woman is a bear. Most
