Chapter Sixteen
Rosetta rose when Matthew returned to the table. He was saying goodbye to their devious waiter. ‘See ya round, Vince,’ he said. ‘Keep up the water skiing.’
‘I certainly will, Matt.’
At the top of the stairs, Matthew gestured for her to go first. ‘Definitely an Aussie.’
Rosetta murmured agreement. She should really tell Matthew about Vince’s love of stretching jokes beyond their limits.
She trailed her fingers over the polished mahogany bannister and stepped onto the downward winding staircase. ‘Matthew, I’ll let you in on a secret.’
‘Hm, what’s that?’
‘I actually do know French. Quite well.’
‘Are you sure about that?’
‘Aw, Matthew! Why would I say that if I wasn’t?’
‘A good question, Ms Melki. But just to ensure you’re genuine, I’ll set you another test.’
‘And su
