“Thanks.”
“But…” I started to protest.
“Theo, our waiter is…uh…waiting.” He gave Vince’s companion a nod, “Happy New Year, sir,” closed his hand around my arm, and walked away. Since I didn’t want to be dragged across the room, I hurried to keep step with him.
“Wills, that was rude. What’s up with you?”
“Do you want to get me—” He bit off his words. “Listen to me. You Did. Not. See. Mr. Vincent here tonight, got that? Especially not with that man.”
“What? But…” I shut my mouth. I’d lived in DC long enough to know things weren’t always what they seemed, and just because Wills was living openly with me, that didn’t mean that everyone working for Huntingdon had that option. “You seemed to know the man who was with him.”
“I’ve seen him before.”
“Is he the man who came up to see Vince?”