It was an idle question, something to fill the silence, but it occurred to him that was all he seemed to be doing, asking questions. All right then, he thought. If you want to do things one-sided, girl, then I’m game enough to try.
“He had that gorgeous Parisian woman with him, Jocelyn something, wasn’t it? I can’t ever recall her last name.”
Sarah went very still for a moment, and that was answer enough. She remembered. Jocelyn was someone they had known a long time ago in the south of France, during a long, hot summer when love really had been in the air.
She licked her lips and said, “Her name was Depardieu, like the actor.”
“Jocelyn Depardieu, that’s right,” Fletcher said reminiscently
Of course she would remember that.
