Chapter 72
Sam had never seen this side of Kate Stark in action before. They’d overlapped on a couple of planning assignments when she’d still been in the Secret Service. After that he’d only ever seen her be the bright, charming, and beautiful television personality. Even off screen she was still charming, if a little more thoughtful. He’d come to doubt his memories of the quiet and efficient agent.
Now, as she wandered across the basement ever so casually, a whole different level of her came to light. Harold trailed behind her, then peeled off and found a stool to sit on next to the FBI agents. A good place for him at the moment.
Kate didn’t move to the narrow-eyed Vince who was busy doing that tough, evil, you-can’t-get-to-me-b***h glare that made him look like a dangerous weasel rat
