Chapter 41
“I remember the day,” Kate managed to keep her voice steady despite Rikka’s gut punch. She looked out at the rolling meadow and the watching cattle, seeking some semblance of internal peace.
Totally failed.
“Still can’t believe you quit the Service because of that slime,” Terry sounded grumpy. Earl Bronson’s ex-mistress was merely the most recent among the dozens of women he had used and left behind. In front of how many of those, including Patricia, had he dangled the open role of Mrs. Vice President as an enticement into his bed?
“I know that no one on the inside liked or respected him,” Kate admitted. “Including me.”
You never allowed yourself to get personal about a protectee, but Earl Bronson had really been the bottom of the barrel. She’d known that when they were tee
