5
Le Plan Loup, the Wolf Plan
ROBERT HAD ONLY BEEN GONE a couple of minutes when the door opened to another rush of cold air. Jean-Luc turned around on his stool in time to catch two young women entering the bar. The first was a blond, her long hair swinging around her face as she turned back to her companion.
Her friend was struggling out of her winter coat even as the door shut behind her. “Whew!” she said in English. “It’s so hot in here after the cold outside.”
She had to be Sylvie, and Jean-Luc agreed with Robert; she was no dog. She was taller than her friend Lisa, slim and lithe in her black jeans and top, a top that molded to her high breasts. As she turned to check the door was closed, Jean-Luc’s gaze traveled down from her honey-colored hair to her long legs, and he noted wit
