CHAPTER 8
“I COULDN’T TAKE Chess on a date, even if I wanted to, and I’m not saying I do.”
“Why? Don’t tell me she knocked you back?”
Jed had no desire to tell Emmy Chess’s secrets, but if nothing else, he was a realist. If he didn’t spill, Emmy would find out everything she wanted to know by the time the White House minions served coffee.
“Only because she’s engaged.”
Emmy choked, then began coughing. “s**t. I just swallowed my gum.” Jed thumped her on the back, and she glared at him. “You know I have a gun, right?”
“I’m too sexy to shoot.”
“Don’t test me.” She grabbed a bottle of water from behind the seat and took a gulp. “So, engaged? As in, she’s getting married?”
“How many other kinds of engaged do you know?”
“f**k. And people call me cold? Still, if she’s screwing around on
