I thought about telling him about my call to Beck, but decided not to ruin the evening with contemplation of that frustrating situation.
Valentino, who was lolling on the bed like he was a king, put out one big orange paw and patted at the tie Dmitri had peeled off with his suit, tossing it all on the bed. I picked up both items, shook them out, then hung them in the closet. “Oh, come on. You’ve met royalty before. Harry says Iakovos did work for some Saudi prince a while back.”
He grimaced. “And swore afterward that he’d never repeat the experience. You couldn’t be more different than that family if you were from another planet.”
I gave a little eye roll, and put his shoes into the closet, as well, tossing his socks and underwear into the hamper. “I just don’t get it. I was born with t
