Chapter 10
Neither Emma Jane nor Vanessa ended up eating much for lunch. Vanessa had been hungry, but her stomach was too keyed up to follow through. Perhaps it had been the steak tartare. It had sounded amazing and so quintessentially French that she’d been unable to resist trying it. While the taste had been acceptable, the idea that she was actually eating raw meat had turned her stomach after only a few bites.
Both Pierre and Jean François had ordered the steak tartare as well, but they’d devoured theirs. For men who had such polished manners otherwise, she'd been put off by how fast they'd eaten. Glancing at Emma Jane, Vanessa saw a contemplative look slide over her wife’s face briefly before being replaced by her normal, impassive expression. Was it possible that they were looking
