Following her instincts, Sabra’s eyes widened with admiration as she pressed her subtle attack. “So you’re a congressional researcher?”
Le Morte seemed to swell with pride. “Yes, but it’s no big deal.”
Ignoring his false humility, she beamed at him like a groupie. Tucking a loose tendril behind her ear, she gushed, “Cool.”
Sabra could tell the admiration was working. It always did with men, especially when it came from a sexy, young woman. And because Le Morte never got anything but grief from his wife, he was melting in her hands….