“Oh, Mr. Hale, I assure you that this is a very serious and formal process. ‘Travel’ can just mean so many things to so many people. How much travel? How many days’ notice? What class of accommodation and why is it ‘first class, all champagne costs included’?”
“Someone’s in a mood tonight.”
“‘Someone’ doesn’t have a damn thing to lose,” I fire back.
Finally, he lets that smile steal all the way across his face. Between the wry grin and the floppy hair, he looks more approachable than I’ve ever seen him before. It suits him.
“You’ve gotten very bold now that you have leverage.”
I turn my head to look up at him properly, which is a mistake, because he’s closer than I thought. From here, I see that his eyes aren’t only blue. They also have tiny flecks of gray, like static on an old TV sc
