Oliver

“He thinks you’re a pompous ass.” Lucille’s assessment came back to me as I gestured for Edwin Sutton to take the seat opposite my desk.

“Your Highness,” the senator said. His eyes, the color of his daughter’s, were upon me. “My delegation is headed on to Sweden later today. I wish I’d been able to schedule more time.”

Inhaling, I sat back, undid the front buttons of my suitcoat and stared at my ...