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“Why a dragon?”
Washington said, “Because there isn’t a hunter alive who wouldn’t love to mount a dragon’s head on his wall.”
“Or her wall,” Maddison said.
Washington dipped his head once. “Agreed. Women can be hunters, too.”
“There isn’t a human hunter alive, male or female, who could catch a dragon.” Blake puffed out his chest slightly and clenched his hands.
“True,” Lincoln said. “The only way that could happen, I suppose, would be if the dragon allowed himself to be caught.”
The room fell silent again, and all eyes settled on Blake.
By the love of the Goddess. This was the worst plan he’d ever heard of, but he had to admit, it might be the only one that would work.
Chapter Twelve
Angela
Angela stood overlooking the grounds of Camp David from the Aspen cabin. She had hoped the fresh air would stimulate her brain and inspire her to devise a spectacular plan for an impossible task. They’d been there for hours, and she had no idea how to tackle it.
Benji had been reluctant to stay with his grandparents. Angela wrestled with the decision, torn between her desire to keep him close and her need to ensure his safety, a need that seemed increasingly difficult to fulfill. Anything could happen anywhere, and she despised that.
She glanced over her shoulder when she felt someone walk into the room. Mariah joined her at the big window.
“It’s really beautiful here,” Mariah said.
Angela smiled. “Mmm, yes, it is. This is only my second time coming here.”
“Really?”
Angela clicked her tongue. “There never seems to be time to do anything but work.”
“A lot of the other presidents have done business up here.”
“Sometimes I wonder how they did it?”
Mariah turned her focus to Angela. “Did what?”
Angela turned away and stepped down into the living room. “This job. How can one person be expected to do all of this all the time?”
Doyle walked into the room and sat on a couch. Angela sat on the opposite end of the same couch.
“Have you seen how this job aged the other guys? I mean, it’s obvious how hard this job is.” He tilted his head and gazed on top of Angela’s head. “It looks like you have a few more white hairs than you did last time I saw you, Doll.”
Angela was already tired of Doyle. He was a flirt, had no concept of personal space, and asked inappropriate questions. Her biggest annoyance was he wasn’t Blake. She missed him more than she wanted to admit. Penny had tried calling him back before they left, but the call went straight to voicemail.
“Do you ever think before you speak?” Mariah asked Doyle.
He shrugged and sneered a little. “I find it best to be honest at all times. It saves me from having to remember lies.”
Mariah sat in a side chair. “There’s a difference between being honest and being an ass.”
Doyle gave her a half smile. “Is there a difference? Most people don’t want to hear the truth. Tell the truth, you’re an ass. Don’t tell the truth, you’re an ass. Can’t win for losing.”
Robert came into the room and handed Mariah and Angela a cocktail glass.
Angela smiled at him, took a drink, and enjoyed the amber liquid burn of a good whiskey. “Tennessee whiskey?”
