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Clarissa had always wondered how a man like Hunter Ramson had become such a significant force in the Senate. Nothing about him stood out. Even less now, wrapped in a Kimpton Hotel bathrobe with his thin chest hair just starting to go gray. She’d never liked chest hair and was glad that Clark was smooth-chested.
Hunter had done nothing truly underhanded or Harry her pet hacker would have found it, and he hadn’t.
Though she’d wager that he could find a lot more on Ramson’s boss, Senator Clint Howards, Chairman of the Senate Armed Services Committee. And if he couldn’t find it, she wasn’t above fabricating it.
Now she could see exactly how Hunter had risen so high—and that meant that she knew how to read him. Clarissa had been looking for his hidden strength, and not finding it.
Now s
