moved across the wide, luxuriously furnished sitting room. The tall double bedroom doors closed behind her.
Paige ran her tongue along her lower lip, her whole being focused on the man beside her. She let her eyes drift over the strong planes of his face, storing up memories of the lines at the corners of his eyes, the slight bump in the bridge of his nose, the square chin.
âMy emerald ring is in my purse, David,â she said slowly. âWhich is resting somewhere at the bottom of the bay right now. I took it off before I arrived in Cannes.â
âWhy?â
âBecause I was going to give it back to you.â
He went completely still.
Her heart hammering, Paige searched his face. She thought she saw confusion, and hurt, and a sudden fierce denial, flicker in his intent eyes, but in typical David fashion, he didnât express any of that. Instead, he sought to understand the root cause of the problem.
âWhy?â he asked again.
Paige groped for some way to explain the feelings that had haunted her for weeks. âBecause we have different ideas of marriage. To me, itâs a communion between two beings, an equal partnership, with nothing held back.â Her gaze flickered to the closed bedroom door. âTo you, itâs obviously something else.â
âI see. You think that Iââ
He broke off as the door flew open and Meredith burst into the sitting room.
âI just went to draw the curtains and saw Paigeâs little friend, Henri, on the sidewalk below. Heâs talking to someone who looks very much like the chauffeur of the Rolls.â
âHell!â David surged to his feet. âStay with Paige. And lock the door behind me.â
In a few swift strides, he was out the door and into the corridor.
Meredith turned the dead bolt behind him and hooked the old-fashioned chain into the guard for good measure. Without speaking, she crossed the wide expanse of carpeted floor and flattened her back against the wall beside the open balcony doors. Shepeered out for long, tense moments, while Paige watched in growing confusion.
After a few seconds, Meredith shook her head in disgust. âI canât see anything from here. The palm trees block the sidewalk.â
She came back to the grouping of graceful carved rosewood furniture and dropped into the chair sheâd vacated just moments before.
âWhatâs going on?â Paige asked. âWhy did David rush out like that?â
âWeâd like to know who the chauffeurâs working for.â
âYou donât know? I thoughtâ¦I thought the driver came to the boutique for you.â
âHe did.â
âBut you donât know who heâs working for?â
Struggling to make sense of the confusing situation, Paige tucked a strand of limp white gold hair behind her ears. âWho are you?â
The tall, self-assured woman hesitated, then gave a small shrug. âI told you. Iâm Meredith Ames.â
âHow do you know David?â
âThatâs something heâll explain to you.â
Frowning, Paige stared at Meredith, then did a slow survey of the opulent suite.
âWhat do you do? For a living?â
Maggie stifled a groan. She hated having to perpetuate this deception on a woman she was coming to like, for herself as much as for the fact that she was Docâs fiancée. Had been Docâs fiancée. Whatever. But she had no choice, not if there was any chance at all that she could maintain her cover and salvage what was left of her mission.
She drew in a slow breath, suspecting that Paige wasnât going to appreciate the answer to her question.
Chapter 5
âA call girl?â Paige looked Meredith up and down, then shook her head emphatically. âI donât believe it.â
âYou believed it, or something close to it, when you first walked in the door.â
âThat was then,â she stated with irrefutable logic.
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