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“Only in my spare time,” he replies, and I can tell he’s smiling.

“I’ll wait for Philippe.”

“Good night, Doe.”

Wait, that’s it?

“Umm….” I think for a moment, waiting for him to say something more.

He doesn’t.

“Good night, Edward.” The phone clicks as he hangs up. I sit for a moment and stare at my phone, that was the weirdest phone call of all time. He calls me to talk to me, but then he doesn’t even talk to me.

How odd.

EDWARD

The sun is just going down, my elbow is resting on the car door as I watch the building. People are leaving and the street is winding down for the day.

“Come the fuck on, you idiot.” I sigh. “I don’t have all day.”

He appears through the rotating glass door and my phone beeps with a text from the car behind.

Philippe

Go time

I get out and cross the street, I follow him around the corner and up to his car in the parking lot, my men trail behind at a safe distance.

He turns and sees me and his eyes widen. “Prescott. What are you doing here?”

“Teaching you a lesson.” I put my hand around his throat and slam him up against his car. “You go near Alora again and I will fucking kill you.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

ALORA

“And then what happened?” Thomas frowns.

“Wait a minute, he turned up at dinner too?” Helene asks.

“Yes, and then Edward calls me and asks me to check my bag because he thought it was sus.”

“I did too, remember?” Thomas agrees, he taps his temple. “I’m telling you, that Pascal is a fucking weirdo.”

We’re having dinner in a café as we dissect my weird and wacky weekend in Paris.

It’s crowded and the television is playing the nightly news up on the wall in a corner.

“But then, he doesn’t talk to me.” I shrug.

“Who?”

“Edward.”

“Prescott randomly calls you but doesn’t talk about anything?” Thomas frowns.

“So he only called to ask about the bug?” Helene is chewing her thumbnail as she listens.