Chapter Seven
An Evening in Paris
“What would you like to do later?” Nigel gave her choices for their evening. “The Owl and the Pussycat?” The private men’s club had been Lu’s choice previously. She had been there twice. And had entertained the owner, Jack Stewart, right upstairs out on her terrace in the sunshine. “In the mood for something salty?” he teased. “I always am,” he added to the obvious.
Tonight she declined. “Not in the mood to run into Jack,” given as her excuse.
“Lobster downstairs in the Le Meurice restaurant?” One of Lu’s favorites. “Or go out and about to try a new place. Maybe catch an opening somewhere in town. See if we can chase down the elusive YSL food truck?”
“Let’s stay here and eat at Alain’s.” Lately she had craved it.
Luckily Alain was a personal friend w
