Felicia looked up, surprised. “Hate Hiram? Oh no, you don’t understand. I was unfair with him. I let my own desires stand between us. I should have been patient. Perhaps when his war to give majority rule to blacks in South Africa is won, he will look upon me differently.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you. I know his history. Lusana uses people like the rest of us use toothpaste. He squeezes every dab and throws away the empties.”

An angered frown crossed Felicia’s face. “You only see in Hiram what you want to see. The good outweighs the bad.”

Loren sighed and leaned back as the waiter brought their second round. “It’s wrong for old friends to argue after being so long apart,” she said softly. “Let’s change the subject.”

“I agree,” Felicia said, her mood changing. “What about you, Loren? Are there any men in your life?” . “Two, at the moment.”

Felicia laughed. “It’s common Washington gossip: one is Phil Sawyer, the President’s press secretary. Who’s the other?”

“He’s a director at NUMA. His name is Dirk Pitt.”

“You serious about either one of them?”

“Phil is the sort you marry: loyal, true blue, sets you on a gilded

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pedestal and wants you to be the mother of his children.”

Felicia made a face. “He sounds perfectly mundane. What about this Pitt?”

“Dirk? Sheer animal power. He makes no demands; he comes and goes like an alley cat. Dirk can never be truly owned by a woman, and yet he’s always there when you need him. The lover who turns you on but won’t stand still long enough for you to grow old with.”

“He sounds more my type. Send him my way when the affair crashes.” Felicia sipped at her drink. “It must be tricky, maintaining your political purity in front of the voters while seeing a lover on the side.”

Loren’s cheeks turned crimson. “It is difficult,” sRe admitted. “I never was very good at intrigue.”

“You could say to hell with what people think. Most women do these days.”

“Most women are not members of Congress.”

“The old double standard again. Congressmen can get away with anything as long as it doesn’t show up on their expense account.”

“Sad, but true,” said Loren. “And in my case, I represent a district that is heavily rural. The voters still believe in the Sears catalogue, Coors’ beer, and the Eleven Commandments.”

“What’s the eleventh?”

“Ttiy Congresswoman shalt not screw around if she expects to win the next election.”

“Where do you and Pitt meet?”

“I can’t take the chance of a male’s being seen leaving my apartment along with the milkman, so we meet at his place or drive to some little out-of-the-way country inn.”

“You make it sound like a bus-stop romance.”

“As I said, it’s difficult.”