7
“Well, I found a hell of a lot of ways to piss off our fearless leader on my first day.”
Bethany had called him up and offered to drag him out for a welcome-to-DC beer. To offset today, Alex probably needed five or six.
They met at seven at a packed bar called the Wet Dog Tavern a mile or so north of the White House. She’d said to bring his dog. The owners had been charmed…and Valentin’s sheer size had won them a corner table.
The instant Alex saw Flying Dog’s UnderDog gold lager, he’d ordered it. A beer named to fit his foul mood. It would be perfect, except he actually liked the beer.
Valentin was now sprawled at his feet, fast asleep. To finish off the afternoon, they’d gone for a long run around the Mall and through the first layer of back streets for familiarization.
On their
