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omelet and pushed it toward him. “I can’t explain it.”
“Try.”
She finally took her seat, shifting her glasses on her nose. After a sip of coffee, she set it aside and began to butter the toast. Every slice there was.
He ate, watching her. Ever since his arrival, Ms. Engel had been concise in all matters. She knew the answers before he ever asked the questions. So to see her flustered let him know this wasn’t something he should ignore.
“She’s not been after Mr. Con while he was here the years before,” Ms. Engel said. “Which is good. I just have a feeling that I’ve seen her before.”
He nodded, because he’d thought the same thing yesterday about that woman at the WWC. He’d thought it was Rae at first. “We see a lot of people daily. It’s easy to mistake someone.”
Her eyes jerked to him. “I don’t forget a face. There’s something wrong here, sir. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize whatever is between the two of you, but I felt you should know.”
“I see.” He swallowed his bite of omelet. “Do you believe she wants to harm me?”
“Dreagan has always been famous. Which tends to draw out the crazies.”
He fought not to laugh, because she was serious. But her word choice was humorous.
“Now it’s notorious as well,” she continued. “I’ve been with Mr. Con long enough to know he can handle any matter that might arise, and I believe you’re cut from that same cloth. So while I don’t believe she would try to steal from you, there are other ways to get at a man.”
“If you’re thinking a child, you need no’ worry,” he informed her. It wasn’t something he’d discussed with Rae, though he’d meant to.
It was a rare thing indeed for a mortal to get pregnant with a King’s child. And even if it happened, none of the babies survived. Most died early on in the pregnancy, but the few that lasted to term were stillborn.
Ms. Engel bowed her head briefly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You didna. You had a valid concern, and I’m relieving you of it. What else could she be after?”
“Anything to do with you or Dreagan. Everyone wants to know the truth.”
There was something in the way she said it that made him sit up straighter. Could Blossom Engel know their secret? There’s no way Con would’ve allowed her to see anything, but that didn’t mean a smart doer like her couldn’t have figured it out herself.
“She’ll no’ get anything.”
Ms. Engel nodded woodenly and buttered a piece of toast for the second time.
He didn’t like seeing her so disconcerted. Though he wasn’t at all thrilled with the idea of her digging for anything on Rae, if it would give her some peace of mind, he would do it.
“If it will make you feel better, look into Rae,” he said before taking another bite of the omelet.
“Really?” she asked excitedly.
He nodded. “I doona want Rae knowing, so be discreet.”
“Always. What’s her surname?”
Asher hesitated. “I doona know. She’s staying in the hotel though.”
Until then he didn’t realize how little he knew of Rae. It wasn’t like him not to learn specifics about a person, but she had enthralled him so deeply he hadn’t thought of anything other than claiming her body. Perhaps when the WWC was over, he might stay a few extra days in Paris and get to know her better.
“I’ll find her,” Ms. Engel said with a firm nod. With that decided, she was once more back in control. She speared a strawberry and flipped open her planner. “You handled yesterday brilliantly. Today is going to be rough though.”
Just what he didn’t want to hear. He listened as she ran down his itinerary, and again there wasn’t five minutes scheduled for a break. With only a few more days of this, he was determined to get through it.
After breakfast and the reworking of a few scheduling conflicts for the next day, he showered and readied for the day. He chose a black pinstripe suit and white shirt.
As he and Ms. Engel rode
“Try.”
She finally took her seat, shifting her glasses on her nose. After a sip of coffee, she set it aside and began to butter the toast. Every slice there was.
He ate, watching her. Ever since his arrival, Ms. Engel had been concise in all matters. She knew the answers before he ever asked the questions. So to see her flustered let him know this wasn’t something he should ignore.
“She’s not been after Mr. Con while he was here the years before,” Ms. Engel said. “Which is good. I just have a feeling that I’ve seen her before.”
He nodded, because he’d thought the same thing yesterday about that woman at the WWC. He’d thought it was Rae at first. “We see a lot of people daily. It’s easy to mistake someone.”
Her eyes jerked to him. “I don’t forget a face. There’s something wrong here, sir. I wouldn’t want to jeopardize whatever is between the two of you, but I felt you should know.”
“I see.” He swallowed his bite of omelet. “Do you believe she wants to harm me?”
“Dreagan has always been famous. Which tends to draw out the crazies.”
He fought not to laugh, because she was serious. But her word choice was humorous.
“Now it’s notorious as well,” she continued. “I’ve been with Mr. Con long enough to know he can handle any matter that might arise, and I believe you’re cut from that same cloth. So while I don’t believe she would try to steal from you, there are other ways to get at a man.”
“If you’re thinking a child, you need no’ worry,” he informed her. It wasn’t something he’d discussed with Rae, though he’d meant to.
It was a rare thing indeed for a mortal to get pregnant with a King’s child. And even if it happened, none of the babies survived. Most died early on in the pregnancy, but the few that lasted to term were stillborn.
Ms. Engel bowed her head briefly. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You didna. You had a valid concern, and I’m relieving you of it. What else could she be after?”
“Anything to do with you or Dreagan. Everyone wants to know the truth.”
There was something in the way she said it that made him sit up straighter. Could Blossom Engel know their secret? There’s no way Con would’ve allowed her to see anything, but that didn’t mean a smart doer like her couldn’t have figured it out herself.
“She’ll no’ get anything.”
Ms. Engel nodded woodenly and buttered a piece of toast for the second time.
He didn’t like seeing her so disconcerted. Though he wasn’t at all thrilled with the idea of her digging for anything on Rae, if it would give her some peace of mind, he would do it.
“If it will make you feel better, look into Rae,” he said before taking another bite of the omelet.
“Really?” she asked excitedly.
He nodded. “I doona want Rae knowing, so be discreet.”
“Always. What’s her surname?”
Asher hesitated. “I doona know. She’s staying in the hotel though.”
Until then he didn’t realize how little he knew of Rae. It wasn’t like him not to learn specifics about a person, but she had enthralled him so deeply he hadn’t thought of anything other than claiming her body. Perhaps when the WWC was over, he might stay a few extra days in Paris and get to know her better.
“I’ll find her,” Ms. Engel said with a firm nod. With that decided, she was once more back in control. She speared a strawberry and flipped open her planner. “You handled yesterday brilliantly. Today is going to be rough though.”
Just what he didn’t want to hear. He listened as she ran down his itinerary, and again there wasn’t five minutes scheduled for a break. With only a few more days of this, he was determined to get through it.
After breakfast and the reworking of a few scheduling conflicts for the next day, he showered and readied for the day. He chose a black pinstripe suit and white shirt.
As he and Ms. Engel rode
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