“Tomorrow is Saturday, Mark. I assume even WBIS agents get the weekend off on occasion.”
I gave him a look. Maybe that’s how they did it in the CIA, but we were always on call.
He sighed. “Have you had dinner?”
“Yeah.” I ran a hand through my hair. “Well, I grabbed something at the reception.” He looked disappointed. “The food sucked.”
“It’s a shame you weren’t at the affair the Company threw for New Year’s Eve. The food was amazing.” For a second he looked wistful. Was he thinking of Kane Flint? Dammit.
“I could always use a snack,” I said to distract him.
“I always make sure I eat before I go to one of those things. Mother taught me that. Come on. I’ve got something in the fridge I can nuke for you.”
“You gonna join me?”
“Yes, Mark.”
“Okay, then.”
I trailed after him into the k
