Chapter EightThe conference wiped out Zack’s days and the dinner meetings took most of Zack’s evenings. Other than that first afternoon on the slopes, his only time for Anne had been when she accompanied him to the dinners with other countries’ representatives or when he curled up against her in utter exhaustion. Not exactly an opportune moment for pursuing his plan of discovering more about her.
Instead, she had listened while he raged against changes proposed and rejected—sometimes by his own “advisors” staunchly guarding their hidebound American thinking. She had made quiet suggestions that often worked to convince Japan or Iran to shift on one key point and Indonesia on another. And most of all she’d become an anchor that he couldn’t imagine not finding in his bed every night. There w
