CHAPTER 22
SOPHIE
"Miss Santellini," Christopher Jackson says sternly. He holds the door to the limousine open for me. "Your limo is ready."
I glance up and into the eyes of one of the world's most wanted finance criminals, and I blink. "You're awfully good at pretending to be a gentleman."
The older man grins. "Lots of practice. I am a gentleman by trade."
Another man--shorter and more uncertain--steps up and shuts the door behind me, followed by flashing the driver's-side window with a thumbs-up.
In seconds, I find myself sliding in opposite Christopher, waving at the driver in the rearview window. He nods back and presses a button to close the partition.
I stare out of the window as Christopher settles in beside me and smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry to interrupt the party. It.
