He grinned. "I sort of expected as much." After they'd gone upstairs, conspiratorially, "And I think Shiloh's aunt was more than glad to get the antsy teenagers out of the house for a few minutes."
Between the name, where she worked, and her face, Peter had easily placed her. But he was going to wait and see how long it took her to remember the talk he'd given about security measures on briefing papers. Or the schmoozing dinner they'd both been at - several years ago, when they'd both been happily not-single. He thought he remembered a paper she'd written as well - the intelligence community was insular and incestuous, so he wasn't sure.