Chapter Seventeen
Reggie paid for two rooms in a small though very elegant Paris hotel, hardly like anything Jocelyn had stayed in with Ian. The two rooms were a deliberate choice. Reggie wasn’t ready to f**k her, let alone make love. At least until he knew everything.
Once she was released to him on bond, they spent their days with lawyers trying to undo the vast legal entanglement knotted around her. When they weren’t with lawyers and Reggie wasn’t trying to conduct his business via phone, fax and the Internet, they took silent walks around Paris streets and parks to breathe fresh air. When there was nothing else to occupy their time, Reggie listened to her tell him of her months away with Ian Pennywhistle.
It was common for him to sit at a small table in her room, nursing a cup of c
