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He took my hand up to his mouth and brushed his lips against my knuckles just as Pascal had but his touch was avuncular compared to that asshole’s.
"You're a beautiful woman inside and out. I don't know a lot of people who'd spent time with a lonely old man and—"
"Anyone would do that," I muttered, not wanting to be praised for being decent. "And I like Emile."
"He's an ornery bastard."
I laughed. "Maybe, but he's teaching me to play chess, so it's not like I get nothing out of our visits."
Vincent smiled, his eyes full of genuine warmth. "You are very special,ma chérie."
"You just like my profiteroles," I sassed him. "I think we should head back so I can go home. Pregnant women and parties are not conducive."
Vincent helped me stand.
I felt a movement next to me and turned to see the man I'd seen with my father. What was his name? It took me a moment to remember.
I nodded at him.
Jett Percival. Yes, that was him. He knew Duncan, and they'd had a wild night in Cannes; probably something to do with hookers.
"Vincent," Jett held out his hand.
"Jett." Vincent shook the man's hand, but I could see he didn't want to. "What business do you have in Paris?"
Jett shrugged. "A little this and that. Jean-Luc has been most solicitous."
"I bet," Vincent bit out.
"Maybe you and I can have a—"
"No business today." Vincent put his arm around him. "I'm sorry, Jett, but today is all about celebrating this beautiful woman. If you'll excuse us."
Vincent hurried us out of Jett's presence.
"What was that all about?"
"That man is dangerous. Stay away from him."
"How is he dangerous?" I demanded once we were inside the ballroom, my hand on Vincent's arm.
"He's an American agent."
"Agent? Like James Bond?" I mocked.
Vincent laughed again. "Yes, just like that, only James Bond is British."
"You're joking, right?"
"No," Vincent said, scanning the room, "serious as a heart attack. Now,ma chérie, I must leave."
I saw Duncan marching toward us.
Vincent grinned, he kissed me on the forehead, wished me well, and went on his way.
I saw Jett Percival watching me and a shudder ran through me..
Why did Duncan know an American spy?
