Father volunteered to vet my dates. “I know some rather nice young men in State, Portia.”
I knew exactly the sort of men they would be—cold, undemonstrative, and so wrapped up in their careers they were about as sexually exciting as a bowl of tapioca.
I sighed. “No, thank you, Father. I think I’ll take a respite from the dating scene.” I was surprised when he didn’t pursue the matter.
Tony knew better than to offer.
I wouldn’t have had the energy anyway; things in the intelligence community had suddenly heated up. It was a rare night that I arrived back at the apartment I shared with Tony before midnight, only to return to Arlington Hall by eight the next morning.
Of course it wasn’t as bad as the previous autumn, Tony hastened to assure me, when, on October 4, the Russians had launch
