Chapter 15
Dimi wrapped himself in the memories of his time in Old Saybrook on the nine-hour flight from New York to Moscow, enveloped, too, in the warmth of the sweater Catherine had given him with tears in her eyes.
“I miss you already,” she said, as she handed him the stuffed toy for Alexey, which he packed with care in the overnight bag now safely tucked into the compartment above him.
Something was different. She wanted him, loved him even—he could see that. But something was holding her back, something beyond the sorrow of a dead brother, a Washington scandal, and old memories, just as he was sure of something else:
“She would give up the president in a heartbeat for me, but she will never forsake America, so you’re barking up the wrong bamboo.”
Dimi was speaking to Valerian ami
