Chad and Patrick walked to Longchamp’s office, but when they reached the square, Claire was ahead of them, and Chad put his hand on Patrick’s arm to slow him.
“Where do you think she’s going?” he asked.
“She had a nice writing set with her luggage,” Patrick told him. “I’m guessing she’s going for something to replace it.”
“And how would you know what she had in her luggage?” He meant the question to come out as teasing, but he admitted to some jealousy.
“Don’t be daft. It was the first thing she pulled out when she got to her room. I’m guessing she likes to stay connected to whoever she can.”
“You’re probably right. I wonder if she knows General Morley is here.”
“Even if she does, it won’t stop her.”
Chad smiled. “No, it won’t. The girl could face down an army.”
They followed Clair
