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“Well,” Dino said, “if Boris was angry last night, imagine how he must be feeling right about now.”

“I’ve given enough thought to Mr. Tirov,” Stone said. “He is now officially barred from my mind.”

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They returned to the Arrington after lunch, and Stone excused himself for a swim. He got into his suit, grabbed a towel, and walked out to the pool, where he encountered the President of the United States happily swimming laps. He sat on the edge of the pool and waited for her to finish, while two Secret Service agents, a man and a woman, kept an eye on him.

Kate Lee pulled herself out of the pool and sat next to him. “I hope you don’t mind my borrowing your pool. Mine was occupied. How are you, Stone?”

“I’m very well, thank you,” he replied, putting a towel around her shoulders. “To what do I owe the honor?”

“Only a whim. Once in a while, I like to forget I’m a fairly new mother.”

“And how is the heir?”

“Having his afternoon nap,” she replied, “under the watchful eyes of a nanny and two Secret Service agents.”

“Can I get you anything? Lunch? Other refreshment?”

“No, I’m perfectly fine. Though, from what I read in this morning’s papers, you are not. Who is this fellow Tirov?”

“A nuisance who used to be married to a friend of mine.”

“Those are the worst kind of nuisances, aren’t they?”

“They are. And it’s hard to meet a woman of a suitable age who doesn’t have one lingering somewhere in the background.”

“I suppose it is. Still, you seem to manage in that arena. Seems I have a couple of trusted aides who used to help out.”

“You do. I suppose their country needed them more than I did.”

“That’s a healthy way to look at it.”

“Why mope? It doesn’t do any good.”

“By the way, I haven’t thanked you personally for meeting with three of my candidates for the high court.”

“I was happy do so, and I quite liked two of them.”

“Yes, well, nobody liked the third very much. I’ve made my choice, which will be announced in a few days, and I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

“The court’s first gay member.”

“That we know about.”

She laughed. “Quite right.” She got to her feet, toweling her hair. “Well, I’ve got a meeting with an important Japanese gentleman in a couple of hours. I suppose I’d better go let somebody do something with my hair.”

Stone got to his feet and gave her a peck on the cheek. “You’ll knock him dead.”

“From your lips to God’s ear,” she said, and strolled back toward her cottage.

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