Katherine would never be accused of being coy.
“Your blouse is still awry, Emily.” Katherine turned away to give her a moment as she entered the First Lady’s office.
Emily checked, and she was right. She had Mark’s damage fixed, at least mostly, by the time Katherine turned to her with two freshly poured glasses of wine.
“Girl-to-girl time, honey.”
She followed the First Lady to a pair of floral-print armchairs snuggled together by one of the tall windows, running red with the lowering sun.
“Peter and I…” Katherine shrugged as she kicked off her sandals and settled in deeper. “We have an arrangement. I keep it private, and he pretends he doesn’t know anything. Now you weren’t planning on spoiling our little plan, were you?”
“Not me.” Think fast, Em. “Who’d believe me?” Not good enoug
