Jade could feel sweat running down her side. “You’re not angry with me about anything, are you?”
“Angry?” Valentina reached over and squeezed her hand. “How could I be angry with you, after you so brilliantly exorcized every little error from my counterfeits?”
Jade fought the panic that gripped her. Was there a slight sarcasm in her tone? She couldn’t tell.
She suddenly slowed the car, peering past her, out her window. She seemed to be looking into the windows of a bar. With no warning, she made a U-turn that tossed Jade into the door.
“Sorry,” she said. “I saw a parking space down this way. They are hard to come by.”
She brought the Porsche to a stop, then expertly parallel parked between two big motorcycles.
She turned off the ignition. Smiling at Jade again, she took her hand. “Al
