“Stephanie stared out the small window, fascinated by the breathtaking view of the River Seine far below. Her heart pounded with excitement. Paris. How her grandmother would have envied her. As a young French war bride, Stephanie’s grandmother had often longed to revisit the charming French city. Now Stephanie would see it for her.“If you would tear your gaze from the window a minute, Miss Coulter, we could get some work done,” Jonas Lockwood stated sarcastically.“Of course.” Instantly she was a...ll business, reaching for her steno pad. This was the only level on which she could communicate with Jonas. Not once since they’d taken off from Minneapolis-St. Paul International Airport had her employer taken note of the spectacular scenery. No doubt he would have considered it a waste of valuable time.“I’ve ordered us a three-bedroom suite at the Chateau Frontenac,” he informed her coolly.Stephanie silently repeated the name of the hotel. “It sounds lovely.”Jonas glanced down at the paper in his lap and shrugged one muscular shoulder.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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