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I offered my arm.
“We’re dining with a view of the Eiffel Tower. I suggest you eat everything they put in front of you. Savour the taste of Paris.”
Of us.
She’d need her energy. We both would.
She hesitated before taking my arm.
Smart girl.
But not nearly smart enough.
Not tonight.
And not looking like the way she did.
Chapter 12
Lucia
Garrett was waiting for us in his full uniform—hat and all. But the car wasn’t just any car. It was a limousine. He held the door open, and Mr Dubois helped me in while I gathered my dress.
I winced the moment I spotted another bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket.
Was the man trying to get me drunk—or was he just a functioning alcoholic?
Nope. I was sticking to my two-drink rule.
I slid to the far side of the car, putting some distance between us. But when he settled in beside me, he spread his legs and his knee grazed mine. Too close. Close enough that I could smell his body wash or aftershave—maybe both.
The car rolled forward, and he reached for the champagne.
One glass.
Just one.
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I sighed and sank deeper into the bedding. It was soft, clean, and the mattress firm—too firm.
Wait.
Dinner. There’d been dinner.
Laughter. Champagne. His voice.
How—?
My eyes blinked open to darkness. The kind that swallowed light whole.
For a moment, I lay still, trying to piece the night together. The last thing I remembered was the waiter setting down dessert. Then—nothing.
A sound. Soft. A shift in the air.
A shadow slid through the edge of my vision, too quick to place.
My pulse kicked.
