For a moment, Zacharie thought the other man was joking. But when moments passed and Calixte didn’t seem inclined to say anything else—
“What do you mean—”
Calixte clapped his hand over his friend’s shoulder. “You have my deepest gratitude for your assistance.”
Two hours later, and Eden could only smile ruefully while listening to her husband recount this afternoon’s meeting with Zacharie.
Zac was one of the rare, rare few who knew that Calixte was also the Prince of Killers. And that made sense, since Calixte was also one of the rare, rare few who knew that Zac was the son of an infamous drug lord.
The world only saw him as your “everyday” billionaire: gorgeous and powerful, with muscles only for show. But behind the deceptively cosmopolitan exterior was a child raised to be monster, having been trained at an early age to snap necks...or it would be his own neck on the chopping block.
“So...that’s it? You just told Zac youwanthim to rescue the tenth girl?”
“Yes.”
As much as she enjoyed her husband’s ministrations, with how he was carefully shampooing her hair while she soaked in the bubbling hot waters of the Jacuzzi, Eden just had to open her eyes to look suspiciously at her husband.
“You found a way to twist his arm, didn’t you?”
“I give you my word that no body was twisted or harmed in any way during the conversation.”
Ha!
Eden shook her head. “Poor Zac.”
“What high standards you have,mon ange,” Calixte mocked, “to see a billionaire like him as poor.”
“You know what I mean. He’s been alone almost all his life. And now you’ve made him suddenly responsible for someone else, and one who would remind him of his own childhood no less.”
“Do not make him sound like a hermit,” Calixte chided. “He has had hundreds of people dependent on him for years.”
“But not like this.”
“You worry too much,mon age.Things will work out fine, you’ll see.”
Something about her husband’s calmness had Eden looking at him more closely...andoh!
Her eyes widened.
“Are you...are you matchmaking?!”
“You wound me.”
Eden would have been quick to apologize if she thought that to be true, but the silkiness of his tone said otherwise.
“Is it not our God who ultimately determines every match? I am just here to facilitate or expedite, whichever is needed, and perhaps add a detour or two, just to make things more...meaningful.”
A good plan it was.
But what Calixte did not anticipate was Zacharie’s intention to also play matchmaker for his unexpected ward.
With someone far more suitable than himself.
