Chapter 48
“Stark, come with me.”
“No!” She wasn’t following Terry anywhere, unless it was to bed, her weary brain added. But that didn’t seem likely; he was wearing his righteous manner for all to see.
Hadn’t she delivered a dinner, for which the G-8 had demanded her attendance for another round of congratulations? And they were still laughing over the pizza luncheon. Hadn’t she already done all of the food prep for tomorrow so that she could manage without Rikka and Sam’s assistance?
She’d shared a whisky with the British and French Prime Ministers to discuss cross-channel fusion cuisine. She’d found them both surprisingly approachable and open to letting her into their kitchens to film a state dinner…provided everyone stopped dying around her.
She didn’t appreciate that unspoken ad
