“I assure you. There was Barbara, my wife, Jeremy, my lover, and you.”
“Are you serious?”
“Never more so.”
“But all those women? Those pictures of you with them. They were in the newspapers.”
“They were meant to be noted, but I never slept with them.” After the Wolf had come to me and insisted I had to do my part for Queen and country, I’d asked any number of young ladies to be seen with me, but there had been no desire to take them to my bed. Not until Remy—who had been quite active in that department. I frowned at him.
“I…I see.”
“I might ask the same of you. There’s quite a long list in your file, you know.”
“Didn’t matter, if I couldn’t have you. It was just a shag.”
“I’m not looking for just a shag. I hope you’re not, either.”
“No. I…No.”
“Good. Now perhaps you’ll tell me what were you doing in Berlin?”
“The Wolf sent me on an assignment—”
“I thought you said you hadn’t been able to see the Wolf.”
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