Mac grinned.
“You forgot that I’m handsome and funny. Now, tell me what color my bedroom is.”
“Green.”
He gasped.
“What witchcraft is this?” he asked, caught off guard.
She laughed.
“And that’s why he’s my profiler,” she said, continuing to walk. “Keep this to yourselves, because I don’t hand out jobs often. If it gets out, I’ll have a line of ducks heading my way, and I have little time to play momma.”
They both made zipping motions on their lips, and she rolled her eyes.
It appeared she just got two more kids.
Life was funny like that.
No.
Her life was funny like that.
Elizabeth was a creature of habit.
A people collector.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
The Hoover Building
Same Time
Monday Afternoon
Axelle was annoyed, and that was nothing shocking. When you ran the FBI, that tended to happen a great deal.
The president was a pain in the ass.
The military was a pain in the ass.
Pretty much everyone with a dick, as of late, was a pain in the ass.
Then, add in that she’d gotten dressed down by her deputy director, and that was problematic.
For her.
Axelle didn’t like that there was a wedge between her and Elizabeth, but ever since they had that one falling out, and Duke went shit nuts on his sister to take his wife’s side, there had been distance.
Oh, she and Duke had reconciled, and were right back to being buddy-buddy, but there was tension there for her and Elizabeth.
Now, there was even more.
Picking up her phone, she called her husband, just to hear his voice.
When he answered, he was happy.
“Director Maverick of the FBI, to what do I owe this pleasure?” he asked.
