That evening, Cam ran into Tad as she was walking back from the dining room on the main floor of the embassy.
“Hi, Tad,” she greeted him. “Why don’t you come up to my room later tonight. I think we should talk.”
He looked at her with a question on his face.
“Wasn’t the stuff good?” he asked, in a whisper.
“Very good,” she said, then winked as she walked away.
I winked at him! she thought. Why the hell would I do something like that?
An hour later, there was a knock on her door. Cam put the pages of the treaty she’d been reviewing into her briefcase before she called “Come in.”
The door opened slowly as Tad stuck his head in.
“Hi, Cam.” He smiled. “What ‘cha need to talk about?”
“Come on in. Have a seat.” She motioned to the other big, comfortable chair in her sitting room. When he
