Her eyes went wide, and her jaw literally dropped, mouth hanging open in a comedy of shock. She looked at the screen, then at my bare hand resting on the mahogany desk, then back at the screen again. She did this three times, her face turning a shade of pale that matched the office walls.
"Oh my God," Sam whispered, her voice rising into a pitch. I only heard when our mainframes crashed. "Why the f**k is your sister's husband posting you? Wait... is this France? Is this the 'quiet dinner' you said you were going to grab while you cleared your head?"
I leaned back, trying to summon the "Savage" mask that usually kept people at arm's length. I tried to look unbothered, though I could feel the heat rising up my neck. "It’s not what you think, Sam. We just happened to be in the same city. It
