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Luc’s sketchy bathroom phone call, and on how Luc had said Adeline was sick and had disappeared before I could get two words out of him.
    Fiona crossed her arms, concern lining her eyes. “There’s something Luc’s keeping from you that will put you in danger? Are you absolutely sure that’s what he said?”
    I nodded, feeling that same panicky feeling rise up through my chest once more.
    “This isn’t good, Char,” Fiona said. “Something really strange is going on—and I’m worried about you. I hate to say it, but I agree with Lexi. If Luc won’t tell you what’s going on here, you need to call Nicolas. You have a right to know the truth about the family you married into.”
    Lexi reached for my purse, then handed me my cell phone.
    “Start dialing, honey. It’s time for us to meet the sexiest man alive.”

EIGHT
    “I’ve never believed in God until this moment,” Lexi whispered under her breath as she nodded toward the door. “
They’re here.
”
    “Who’s
they
? I thought Nicolas was coming alo—” I began, but stopped when I spotted Nicolas
and
his tabloid star brother, Marcel, walking purposefully through the bar straight toward us.
    If it weren’t for the bumping bass in this swanky club, you could’ve heard a pin drop. Every female eye in that bar was glued to the sleek, sexy pair of brothers who’d only taken twenty minutes to leave the movie premiere party they’d been attending and zip over here to meet…
little old me
.
    And for the second time that day, I wondered,
is this really my life?
    Lexi’s sweaty palm gripped my knee. “If I faint, please tell Nicolas the only way to revive me will be mouth to mouth.”
    Fiona smacked Lexi under the table.
    “Get it together, girls,” I hissed through gritted teeth. A sweet smile quickly graced my lips as the men approached our table.
    Nicolas placed a warm hand on my shoulder as he leaned in to give me a kiss on each cheek. “Charlotte, I’m so glad you called.”
    “Thanks for coming. I’m sorry to have pulled you away from the premiere party. You didn’t have to—”
    “We were happy to leave. Things with our father and Brigitte were getting
interesting
… as you can probably imagine.” He nodded to his brother. “Charlotte, this is Marcel.”
    Shorter and thinner than Nicolas—but every bit as handsome—Marcel had a messy head of dark chocolate hair, a sexy five o’clock shadow, and brown eyes that could take most any girl from zero to naked in his bed in about two seconds.
    He reminded me of a younger version of Vincent, just not
quite
as sleazy. Then again, we hadn’t even spoken, so his sleaziness factor was yet to be determined.
    I introduced the girls, and kisses—or
bisous
—were exchanged around the table, while
every other table
in the entire bar was watching this whole scene go down, no doubt wondering who in the hell
we
were to get to hang out with the ultra-famous Boucher brothers. Up until twelve hours ago, I would’ve been asking myself the exact same question.
    Marcel took a seat in between Fiona and Lexi while Nicolas extended a hand to me. “Charlotte, would you mind taking a quick walk with me?”
    I could actually feel Lexi deflating next to me, but when Marcel placed a hand on her shoulder and asked her if she’d ever done any modeling, she perked right up again.
    “Girls, do you mind? I’ll only be a few minutes,” I said.
    Fiona winked at me. “Not to worry. We’ll be just fine here.”
    Nicolas took my hand and led me past the clinking of drinks and the excited chatter that circled the bar. “I have a car waiting outside. Is it okay with you if we talk in there?”
    Before agreeing to his proposition, I promised myself I would never again think of the piano sex scene.
    But oh God, that’s all I can think about when I look at him!
    And I love Luc, I really do. I would never do anything with Nicolas.
    But that damn naked piano scene…
    Stop it. I love Luc. Piano sex would hurt anyway.