Chapter 3
Portia was just locking the door to her office as I approached. “I’m glad I didn’t keep you waiting.” Her hand went to the back of her head, as if to ascertain each strand of hair was tucked neatly in place.
“It would have been worth it. You’re lovely.” Was her hair as soft as it looked? I took her elbow and escorted her to the elevator.
“I just…I didn’t do more than freshen my lipstick.”
A shame. I was tempted to kiss it off. I didn’t tell her that, of course. “What kind of food are you in the mood for?”
“Italian?”
“Sounds good. I know a little place in Baltimore, Casa del Vitello. They make an excellent veal saltimbocca.” We exited the building and walked toward my car, a Cadillac supplied by the Company. “It’s a lovely night for a drive.”
It could have been raining and
