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"I'm guessing here," Dean raised a hand, palm out, "that Dom got into your ear."
"How did youguess?" I asked sardonically.
"I know he's been trying to get a handle on Arsenault for years." Dean looked at me like I was the saddest human in the world.I was.
"Everyone is," Thierry chuckled.
A server came along, and I asked for a refill while Thierry ordered a glass of Krug and Dean a beer.
"What did Dom want?" Dean asked.
"She didn't tell you?" I mused.
"She just said you got upset about her relationship with Vincent and Emile; and that you accused her of working for her father, which is laughable." Thierry leaned back, his eyes narrowing as he assessed me.
I took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "I told her that she had to prove her innocence by dropping bugs in Arsenault's house."
"Putain de merdé," Thierry growled and almost scared the server who brought our drinks.
"Andhethreatened her, saying that DGSE would take her into custody or some such shit if she didn't help."
Dean closed his eyes and shook his head. "She mentioned how you let him interrogate her. Threaten her."
"Yeah." I toasted him with my fresh drink. "I'm a prince amongst husbands."
"Why did you do that?" Dean demanded. "I'd expect you to break his jaw."
"I didn’t touch a hair on that reprobate’s head.”
“Why?” Dean wanted to know.
“ God and country and all that. Vincent is dealing in white phosphorous." I had no clue if I should be telling these things to Thierry or Dean, but I didn't give a shit anymore.
Dom Delacour had fucked up my life,andI'd let him.
"Vincent is not doing that," Thierry said emphatically, "I know thatpour sûr." For certain.
"How do you know thatpour sûr?" I asked sulkily.
Thierry shrugged. "I know."
"I thought you were a baker," I scoffed.
"Part-time. And I do that to take care of Elsa. Especially now that Jean-Luc has announced to the world that she's his daughter, every riff-raff is going to be coming after her," Thierry said, annoyed.
My blood went cold. "We need a security detail on her."
"I am her security detail," Thierry said proudly.
"And while you're here drinking, who the fuck is looking after her?" I demanded.
"Angelique," Thierry said non-apologetically. "And there maybe a few other friends of mine who are Elsa's neighbors who are there to keep an eye on her."
"Thierry, are you fucking my wife?" I asked because what the hell was this man taking care ofmy woman.
"Don't make me hurt you, man," Thierry growled. "She's my sister, motherfucker. I'm there for Elsa. How about you, asshole?"
I rubbed a hand over my face. "She wouldn't tell me about Vincent and she's close to you. For fuck's sake, she's Jean-Luc Moreau's daughter; how the hell can she be as innocent as she appears to be?"
