Chapter EightACACIA SAT AT THE BAR and positioned herself so she could watch the door.
She knew better than to involve Luc in her suspicions, but she’d done it anyway. Now he was on his way over with agents.
She took another drink, fearing she’d destroyed her anonymity in one unguarded moment. She wrung her hands as she glanced around.
Luc appeared in the doorway.
At five-foot-eleven, he was only two inches taller than Acacia. His hair was sandy brown and needed cutting, and his handsome face was shadowed with scruff. He’d been attractive when they were students and was even more so now, wearing dark pants, a blue shirt, and a black leather jacket. He looked more like an actor than a policeman, although he surveyed the lounge with sharp eyes before he entered it.
“Caci,” he murmured a
