TWELVE
“I have to give it to Harry,” I told Dmitri an hour and a half later, when I peeled Valentino’s harness off his body and gave him a scratch on all the spots that I knew were itchy. He head bonked my ankle twice, then strolled off to visit his facilities and food bowl. “She sure didn’t wilt under Patricia’s onslaught.”
“Harry is an old hand dealing with her,” Dmitri agreed, checking his phone. “Ah, I see Alexis will be away tonight. Just in case you had any ideas about running n***d through the atrium.”
I turned to look at the atrium. Dmitri’s apartment was laid out with his bedroom, bathroom, and a small dressing room to the south side, while a kitchen opened into an atrium that spread over two floors. The upper part of it led out to a patio with stunning views of Athens and the
