I didn’t, however. I grinned at him, knowing that grin was different from the one I’d given Drum. “I was just standing here, minding my own business. Can I help it if he doesn’t like me?”
Quinn frowned at me, but his eyes were laughing. “Leave the man alone. Did you notice Holmes is here?”
Shit. How had I missed him?
“He asked Mother to dance with him and then spent the entire time trying to convince her what he’d done last spring was in the Company’s best interest.”
“Only the Company? I’d have thought sure he’d say his sitting on his hands was for the country’s best.”
Quinn shrugged and then frowned. “Oh, Jesus, Wexler is trying to corner my mother again.” He strode across the room—the man did striding very well—got to her before the senator, and led her onto the dance floor.
Wexler
