Chapter Seventeen“SO, HOW DID IT GO TODAY?” Adrian held the car door for Maggie as she slumped into the back seat. She blew a strand of hair up from her forehead, then sprawled back, rubbing one ankle on the other as he closed her door. He was doing a late afternoon pickup from the embassy and taking her home. With only two weeks left until the gala, he already knew the answer to his question. Her body language said it all.
“They have me running ragged, what with gala planning and paperwork. I've never seen so many documents and applications and forms.” She threw up her hands.
“Welcome to bureaucracy, huh?”
She held up three fingers to his mirror. “I went through three Magillicuttys today.”
“Is that a brand of shoe or some Irish drink?”
“Neither. It's a person.”
“That's definitely a
