“Such a distinguished-looking man,” a female voice behind me gushed, which was true. In the past few months his hair had turned silver, and he had dark, piercing eyes that were an interesting contrast; if he’d gone into politics, I had no doubt people like the women behind me would have voted for him. “I don’t believe a word about him and Senator Wexler.”
“It was probably just jealousy.”
“Of course. The president wouldn’t have given him that award otherwise.”
I almost choked.
Two older gentlemen made their way across the row toward me. The one in the lead murmured, “It looks like we’ll be separated, Tony.” There was an empty seat on either side of me, but other than that, there was nothing else.
“Then I guess we’ll be separated, little brother.”
“No need.” I slid over into the seat o
