4“What’s in the bag?”
“What’s it worth to you?”
“Rude,” Ivy commented with no heat. She stood in the West Wing Colonnade and had been watching the sky even though it was still too early for the Marine One flight returning the President from Camp David. This time the Press Corps had piled out of the West Wing and were ganged up along the rope line.
But now she was looking up into Colby’s dark eyes…and would rather she wasn’t. He was very hard to look away from. He was so unexpected that she—
“Hold it, would you?” Colby handed her the bag, dropped his satchel at her feet, then stepped away to join a female dog handler who had just walked past.
Ivy watched as they walked together along the rope line that kept the press gaggle at bay. Several of the reporters greeted Colby and Rex, though
