fields, and she would talk about…
“What do you and Susan talk about?” Beck heard himself asking.
He hadn’t meant to. It just popped out. He wouldn’t take it back,
though. He was curious about the consort’s relationship with his
cousin.
Colin sat down beside him and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He
was quickly handed two glasses by an assistant who always seemed to
anticipate the Fae’s needs. Beck gratefully took the glass and tipped it
back. He would be damn sore tomorrow.
Colin thoughtfully sipped at his well-aged whiskey. “We talk
about everything, Your Highness. Mostly, it’s business, of course.
She is the CEO of one of the most powerful corporations in the States.
It helps that I have a fairly decent head for business.”
He did. It had surprised him when Colin announced he was
accompanying his king on this job. Susan had nodded and told him to
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send detailed reports. She hadn’t been his CEO when they parted,
however. She had been his wife. She’d asked Colin three times if he
remembered everything and checked his bag. She had kissed him
goodbye and made him promise to call.
“I also have a very thick skin,” Colin said cheerfully. “That helps
a lot when your wife is also your boss. Damn woman can flay a man
alive with that tongue of hers. I screwed up the quarterly reports a few
months back, and she took a chunk out of my hide right there in the
boardroom.”
“She yelled at you?” Beck was surprised that his cousin would
yell at a consort. Vampires were supposed to be as gentle with their
consorts as the Fae were with bondmates.
“Yelled, screamed, threatened me with all manner of humiliation,”